From Milton to Tennyson: Masterpieces of English PoetryAllyn and Bacon, 1894 - 306 psl. |
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... Darkness spreads his jealous wings , And the night - raven sings ; There , under ebon shades and low - browed rocks , As ragged as thy locks , In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell . But come , thou Goddess fair and free , In heaven ...
... Darkness spreads his jealous wings , And the night - raven sings ; There , under ebon shades and low - browed rocks , As ragged as thy locks , In dark Cimmerian desert ever dwell . But come , thou Goddess fair and free , In heaven ...
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... darkness thin ; And to the stack , or the barn - door , Stoutly struts his dames before : Oft listening how the hounds and horn Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn , From the side of some hoar hill , Through the high wood echoing shrill ...
... darkness thin ; And to the stack , or the barn - door , Stoutly struts his dames before : Oft listening how the hounds and horn Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn , From the side of some hoar hill , Through the high wood echoing shrill ...
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... dark , That sunk so low that sacred head of thine . Next , Camus , reverend sire , went footing slow , His mantle hairy , and his bonnet sedge , Inwrought with figures dim , and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with ...
... dark , That sunk so low that sacred head of thine . Next , Camus , reverend sire , went footing slow , His mantle hairy , and his bonnet sedge , Inwrought with figures dim , and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with ...
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... dark world and wide , And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless , though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker , and present My true account , lest He returning chide , " Doth God exact day - labour ...
... dark world and wide , And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless , though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker , and present My true account , lest He returning chide , " Doth God exact day - labour ...
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... dark tempestuous night . 65 All this the good old man performed alone , Nor spared his pains ; for curate he had none . Nor durst he trust another with his care ; Nor rode himself to Paul's , the public fair , To chaffer for preferment ...
... dark tempestuous night . 65 All this the good old man performed alone , Nor spared his pains ; for curate he had none . Nor durst he trust another with his care ; Nor rode himself to Paul's , the public fair , To chaffer for preferment ...
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From Milton to Tennyson– Masterpieces of English Poetry Louis Du Pont Syle Visos knygos peržiūra - 1896 |
From Milton to Tennyson– Masterpieces of English Poetry Louis Du Pont Syle Visos knygos peržiūra - 1894 |
From Milton to Tennyson– Masterpieces of English Poetry Louis Du Pont Syle Visos knygos peržiūra - 1894 |
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23 psl. - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
301 psl. - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
188 psl. - I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
11 psl. - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise 70 (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
194 psl. - But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
169 psl. - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
74 psl. - Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
85 psl. - To them his heart, his love, his griefs, were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven, As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm ; Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, • Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
169 psl. - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...
149 psl. - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!