The English Parnassus: An Anthology Chiefly of Longer PoemsWilliam Macneile Dixon, Sir Herbert John Clifford Grierson Clarendon Press, 1911 - 767 sivua |
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Sivu 127
... deep amaze Stand fixt in stedfast gaze , VI Bending one way their pretious influence , And will not take their flight , For all the morning light , Or Lucifer that often warn'd them thence ; But in their glimmering Orbs did glow ...
... deep amaze Stand fixt in stedfast gaze , VI Bending one way their pretious influence , And will not take their flight , For all the morning light , Or Lucifer that often warn'd them thence ; But in their glimmering Orbs did glow ...
Sivu 128
... deep , And bid the weltring waves their oozy channel keep . Ring out ye Crystall sphears , Once bless our human ears , XIII ( If ye have power to touch our senses so ) And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the Base ...
... deep , And bid the weltring waves their oozy channel keep . Ring out ye Crystall sphears , Once bless our human ears , XIII ( If ye have power to touch our senses so ) And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the Base ...
Sivu 129
... deep . With such a horrid clang As on mount Sinai rang XVII While the red fire , and smouldring clouds out brake : The aged Earth agast With terrour of that blast , Shall from the surface to the center shake ; When at the worlds last ...
... deep . With such a horrid clang As on mount Sinai rang XVII While the red fire , and smouldring clouds out brake : The aged Earth agast With terrour of that blast , Shall from the surface to the center shake ; When at the worlds last ...
Sivu 133
... deep 50 Clos'd o're the head of your lov'd Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep , Where your old Bards , the famous Druids ly , Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high , Nor yet where Deva spreads her wisard stream : Ay me , I ...
... deep 50 Clos'd o're the head of your lov'd Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep , Where your old Bards , the famous Druids ly , Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high , Nor yet where Deva spreads her wisard stream : Ay me , I ...
Sivu 143
... deep impression took , Then thou our fancy of it self bereaving , Dost make us Marble with too much conceaving ; And so Sepulcher'd in such pomp dost lie , That Kings for such a Tomb would wish to die . 10 10 20 20 ANDREW MARVELL AN ...
... deep impression took , Then thou our fancy of it self bereaving , Dost make us Marble with too much conceaving ; And so Sepulcher'd in such pomp dost lie , That Kings for such a Tomb would wish to die . 10 10 20 20 ANDREW MARVELL AN ...
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Sivu 368 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Sivu 344 - Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay ! Farewell, farewell!
Sivu 340 - But tell me, tell me! speak again, Thy soft response renewing— What makes that ship drive on so fast? What is the ocean doing?' Second Voice 'Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast— If he may know which way to go; For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see! how graciously She looketh down on him.
Sivu 319 - Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part; Filling from time to time his "humorous stage...
Sivu 292 - The immeasurable height Of woods decaying, never to be decayed, The stationary blasts of waterfalls, And in the narrow rent at every turn Winds thwarting winds, bewildered and forlorn, The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky, The rocks that muttered close upon our ears, Black drizzling crags that spake by the way-side As if a voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospect of the raving stream, The unfettered clouds and region of the Heavens, Tumult and peace, the darkness and the light...
Sivu 319 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Sivu 337 - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved, and could not feel my limbs: I was so light — almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.
Sivu 318 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream...
Sivu 369 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Sivu 338 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze...