Parodies and Imitations Old and New

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J. A. Stanley Adam, Bernard C. White
Hutchinson & Company, 1912 - 422 pagina's
 

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Pagina 292 - To struggle through dark ways; and when a damp Fell round the path of Milton, in his hand The Thing became a trumpet; whence he blew Soul-animating strains — alas, too few ! ON THE DEPARTURE OF SIR WALTER SCOTT FROM ABBOTSFORD, FOR NAPLES.
Pagina 284 - HE clasps the crag with crooked hands ; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls ; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.
Pagina 291 - A SLUMBER did my spirit seal ; I had no human fears : She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.
Pagina 278 - Take, oh take those lips away, That so sweetly were forsworn; And those eyes, the break of day, Lights that do mislead the morn; But my kisses bring again, bring again, Seals of love, but seal'd in vain. seal'd in vain.
Pagina 292 - Scorn not the Sonnet ; Critic, you have frowned, Mindless of its just honours ; with this key Shakespeare unlocked his heart ; the melody Of this small lute gave ease to Petrarch's wound ; A thousand times this pipe did Tasso sound ; With it Camoens soothed an exile's grief; The Sonnet glittered a gay myrtle leaf Amid the cypress with which Dante crowned His visionary brow : a glow-worm lamp, It...
Pagina 99 - Then my heart it grew ashen and sober As the leaves that were crisped and sere — As the leaves that were withering and sere; And I cried — "It was surely October On this very night of last year That I journeyed — I journeyed down here — That I brought a dread burden down here! On this night of all nights in the year, Ah, what demon has tempted me here?
Pagina 279 - At a fair vestal, throned by the west ; And loos'd his love-shaft smartly from his bow, As it should pierce a hundred thousand hearts...
Pagina xxxiv - Story! God bless you! I have none to tell, sir, Only last night a-drinking at the Chequers, This poor old hat and breeches, as you see, were Torn in a scuffle. Constables came up for to take me into Custody; they took me before the justice; Justice Oldmixon put me in the parishStocks for a vagrant.
Pagina 265 - THAT, AND A' THAT. Is there, for honest poverty, That hangs his head, and a,' that ? The coward slave, we pass him by, We dare be poor for a' that ! For a
Pagina 99 - Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her, And tempted her out of her gloom And conquered her scruples and gloom; And we passed to the end of the vista, But were stopped by the door of a tomb By the door of a legended tomb; And I said - 'What is written, sweet sister, On the door of this legended tomb?

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