Studies in English poetry [an anthology] with biogr. sketches and notes by J. PayneJoseph Payne 1856 |
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... Fall 273 Glory . Wolsey's Death Rome . 274 Athens Wolsey's Character 275 The Thunderstorm 345 346 348 350 352 Bees 276 Life and Death 276 Dover Cliffs 278 DRYDEN . Anthony's Funeral Oration 278 Othello's Courtship 281 The Seven Ages of ...
... Fall 273 Glory . Wolsey's Death Rome . 274 Athens Wolsey's Character 275 The Thunderstorm 345 346 348 350 352 Bees 276 Life and Death 276 Dover Cliffs 278 DRYDEN . Anthony's Funeral Oration 278 Othello's Courtship 281 The Seven Ages of ...
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... fall , We know that these were felt by him , For these are felt by all . He suffered - but his pangs are o'er ; Enjoyed - but his delights are fled ; Had friends - his friends are now no more ; And foes - his foes are dead . He loved ...
... fall , We know that these were felt by him , For these are felt by all . He suffered - but his pangs are o'er ; Enjoyed - but his delights are fled ; Had friends - his friends are now no more ; And foes - his foes are dead . He loved ...
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... falls- Ha ! under his paw see Bezuidenhout sprawls- Now Diederik ! Christian ! right in the brain Plant each man his bullet - HURRA ! he is slain ! Bezuidenhout - up man ! - ' tis only a scratch- ( You were always a scamp , and have met ...
... falls- Ha ! under his paw see Bezuidenhout sprawls- Now Diederik ! Christian ! right in the brain Plant each man his bullet - HURRA ! he is slain ! Bezuidenhout - up man ! - ' tis only a scratch- ( You were always a scamp , and have met ...
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... falls , The den expands , and expectation mute1 Gapes round the silent circle's peopled walls . Bounds with one lashing spring the mighty brute , And , wildly staring , spurns , with sounding foot , The sand , nor blindly rushes on his ...
... falls , The den expands , and expectation mute1 Gapes round the silent circle's peopled walls . Bounds with one lashing spring the mighty brute , And , wildly staring , spurns , with sounding foot , The sand , nor blindly rushes on his ...
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... falls , amidst triumphant cries , Without a groan , without a struggle dies . The decorated car appears - on high The corse is piled - sweet sight for vulgar eyes ! Four steeds that spurn the rein , as swift as shy , Hurl the dark bulk ...
... falls , amidst triumphant cries , Without a groan , without a struggle dies . The decorated car appears - on high The corse is piled - sweet sight for vulgar eyes ! Four steeds that spurn the rein , as swift as shy , Hurl the dark bulk ...
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allusion ancient Anglo-Saxon Aonia beam beauty bells Ben Jonson beneath blessing blest bliss BOOK OF REVELATION breast breath bright Cæsar called charm Chaucer cloth clouds crown dark death deep delight doth earth Edition English ENGLISH POETRY Engravings eternal eyes Faerie Faerie Queene fair fame fancy Fcap fear flowers French gilt edges glory golden grace Greece Grongar Hill hand hast hath heart heaven hills honour Il Penseroso Illustrations JOHN CUMMING king Latin light lines living Lord Lycidas Milton mind morning morocco mountains muse nature never night numbers o'er Paradise Paradise Lost pleasure poem poet poetical poetry Post 8vo praise pride Queen rills rise rocks round says scene shade silent sing sleep smile song soul sound spirit spring stanza star stream sweet tears thee thine thou thought vale verse voice wave wild winds wings Woodcuts woods word
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80 psl. - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific and all his men...
333 psl. - Thus wondrous fair ; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine. Speak ye who best can tell, ye sons of light, Angels, for ye behold him, and with songs And choral symphonies, day without night, Circle his throne rejoicing, ye in heaven, On earth join all ye creatures to extol Him first, him last, him midst, and without end. Fairest of stars, last...
129 psl. - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness; And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated; who could guess If ever more should meet those mutual eyes, Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise!
129 psl. - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!' And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering
460 psl. - Then kneeling down, to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope " springs exulting on triumphant wing," That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh, or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear; While circling time moves round in an eternal sphere.
270 psl. - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty ; Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at, be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
110 psl. - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
297 psl. - And all their echoes mourn : The willows, and the hazel copses green, Shall now no more be seen, Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the canker to the rose, Or taint-worm to the weanling herds that graze, Or frost to flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear, When first the white-thorn blows ; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherd's ear.
298 psl. - Neaera's hair ? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (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. But not the praise...
453 psl. - Knowledge and wisdom, far from being one, Have ofttimes no connection. Knowledge dwells In heads replete with thoughts of other men, Wisdom in minds attentive to their own. Knowledge, a rude unprofitable mass, The mere materials with which wisdom builds, Till smoothed and squared and fitted to its place, Does but encumber whom it seems to enrich. Knowledge is proud that he has learned so much ; Wisdom is humble that he knows no more.