The English Poets, Volume 2Thomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1880 |
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Pagina 31
... darkness , keep a lasting night ; Consume me , care , with thy intestine wars , And stay your influence o'er me ... dark world which lieth dead ; Spread forth thy golden hair In larger locks than thou wast wont before , 1 Printed ...
... darkness , keep a lasting night ; Consume me , care , with thy intestine wars , And stay your influence o'er me ... dark world which lieth dead ; Spread forth thy golden hair In larger locks than thou wast wont before , 1 Printed ...
Pagina 32
... dark ( If cruel stars have not my ruin sworn , And fates not hope betray ) , Which , only white , deserves A diamond for ever should it mark : This is the morn should bring unto this grove My love , to hear and recompense my love . Fair ...
... dark ( If cruel stars have not my ruin sworn , And fates not hope betray ) , Which , only white , deserves A diamond for ever should it mark : This is the morn should bring unto this grove My love , to hear and recompense my love . Fair ...
Pagina 34
... darkness would imprison on his way , Think on thy home , my soul , and think aright Of what yet rests thee of life's wasting day ? Thy sun posts westward , passed is thy morn , And twice it is not given thee to be born . For the Baptist ...
... darkness would imprison on his way , Think on thy home , my soul , and think aright Of what yet rests thee of life's wasting day ? Thy sun posts westward , passed is thy morn , And twice it is not given thee to be born . For the Baptist ...
Pagina 78
... dark tawny with a purple mixt , Yellow and flame , with streaks of green betwixt , A bloody stream into a blushing run , And ends still with the colour which begun ; Drawing the deeper to a lighter stain , Bringing the lightest to the ...
... dark tawny with a purple mixt , Yellow and flame , with streaks of green betwixt , A bloody stream into a blushing run , And ends still with the colour which begun ; Drawing the deeper to a lighter stain , Bringing the lightest to the ...
Pagina 133
... thee , Nor snake or slow - worm bite thee ; But on , on thy way , Not making a stay , Since ghost there's none to affright thee . Let not the dark thee cumber ; What though the ROBERT HERRICK . 133 Candlemas The Night Piece.
... thee , Nor snake or slow - worm bite thee ; But on , on thy way , Not making a stay , Since ghost there's none to affright thee . Let not the dark thee cumber ; What though the ROBERT HERRICK . 133 Candlemas The Night Piece.
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The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions, Volume 2 Thomas Humphry Ward Volledige weergave - 1902 |
The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions, Volume 2 Thomas Humphry Ward Volledige weergave - 1905 |
Veelvoorkomende woorden en zinsdelen
Absalom and Achitophel Æneid beauty Ben Jonson born breast breath bright Carew Castara Comus conceits Cowley crown death delight died divine dost doth Dryden earth EDMUND W English English poetry eternal eyes fair fame fancy fate fear fire flame flowers Giles Fletcher glory Gondibert grace hand happy hast hath heart heaven hell Herbert Herrick Hesperides hill honour Hudibras Inner Temple Jonson King Lady light live Lord lost Lycidas Milton mind mistress Muse nature never night o'er once Paradise Paradise Lost Paradise Regained passion Perilla Pindar pleasure poems poet poetic poetry praise reign rose sacred shade shalt shepherds shine sighs sight sing sleep song sonnet soul spirit stars sweet tears thee thine things thou thought tree verse Waller wanton weep winds wings write youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 14 - DRINK to me only with thine eyes, And I will pledge with mine; Or leave a kiss but in the cup, And I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine.
Pagina 337 - He scarce had ceased when the superior Fiend Was moving toward the shore ; his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast. The broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
Pagina 218 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things ; There is no armour against fate ; Death lays his icy hand on kings : Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Pagina 178 - Why so pale and wan, fond lover? Prithee, why so pale? Will, when looking well can't move her, Looking ill prevail? Prithee, why so pale?
Pagina 218 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill ; But their strong nerves at last must yield ; They tame but one another still : Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, poor captives, creep to death.
Pagina 454 - Of these the false Achitophel was first, A name to all succeeding ages curst: For close designs and crooked counsels fit, Sagacious, bold, and turbulent of wit; Restless, unfixed in principles and place, In power unpleased, impatient of disgrace ; A fiery soul, which working out its way, Fretted the pigmy body to decay, And o'er-informed the tenement of clay.
Pagina 311 - And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus
Pagina 357 - The birds their quire apply ; airs, vernal airs, Breathing the smell of field and grove, attune The trembling leaves, while universal Pan, Knit with the Graces and the Hours in dance, Led on the eternal spring.
Pagina 301 - I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth, or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amourist, or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite ; nor to be obtained by the invocation of dame Memory and her siren daughters ; but by devout prayer to that eternal spirit, who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases...
Pagina 20 - And joyed to wear the dressing of his lines, Which were so richly spun, and woven so fit, As, since, she will vouchsafe no other wit. The merry Greek, tart Aristophanes, Neat Terence, witty Plautus, now not please; But antiquated and deserted lie, As they were not of Nature's family. Yet must I not give Nature all; thy Art, My gentle Shakspeare, must enjoy a part.