From Milton to Tennyson: Masterpieces of English PoetryAllyn and Bacon, 1894 - 306 psl. |
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... earth as fast . And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet , 45 Spare Fast , that oft with gods doth diet , And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing ; And add to these retired Leisure , That in trim gardens takes his ...
... earth as fast . And join with thee calm Peace and Quiet , 45 Spare Fast , that oft with gods doth diet , And hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing ; And add to these retired Leisure , That in trim gardens takes his ...
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... earth defied , His glowing cheeks , his ardent eyes ; 70 Changed his hand , and checked his pride . He chose a mournful Muse , Soft pity to infuse ; He sung Darius great and good , By too severe a fate , Fallen , fallen , fallen ...
... earth defied , His glowing cheeks , his ardent eyes ; 70 Changed his hand , and checked his pride . He chose a mournful Muse , Soft pity to infuse ; He sung Darius great and good , By too severe a fate , Fallen , fallen , fallen ...
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... earth exposed he lies , With not a friend to close his eyes . With downcast looks the joyless victor sate , Revolving in his altered soul The various turns of chance below ; And , now and then , a sigh he stole , And tears began to flow ...
... earth exposed he lies , With not a friend to close his eyes . With downcast looks the joyless victor sate , Revolving in his altered soul The various turns of chance below ; And , now and then , a sigh he stole , And tears began to flow ...
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... earth his blessed Redeemer bore . Of sixty years he seemed ; and well might last To sixty more , but that he lived too fast ; Refined himself to soul , to curb the sense And made almost a sin of abstinence . Yet had his aspect nothing ...
... earth his blessed Redeemer bore . Of sixty years he seemed ; and well might last To sixty more , but that he lived too fast ; Refined himself to soul , to curb the sense And made almost a sin of abstinence . Yet had his aspect nothing ...
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... earth , or thro ' the air , To Thebes , to Athens , when he will , and where . But not this part of the Poetic state Alone , deserves the favour of the Great ; Think of those Authors , Sir , who would rely More on a Reader's sense ...
... earth , or thro ' the air , To Thebes , to Athens , when he will , and where . But not this part of the Poetic state Alone , deserves the favour of the Great ; Think of those Authors , Sir , who would rely More on a Reader's sense ...
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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!