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 132
... hear our song . But O the heavy change , now thou art gon , Now thou art gon , and never_must_return ! Thee Shepherd , thee the Woods , and desert Caves , 30 With wilde Thyme and the gadding Vine o'regrown , 40 And all their echoes ...
... hear our song . But O the heavy change , now thou art gon , Now thou art gon , and never_must_return ! Thee Shepherd , thee the Woods , and desert Caves , 30 With wilde Thyme and the gadding Vine o'regrown , 40 And all their echoes ...
Sivu 136
... ; To hear the Lark begin his flight , And singing startle the dull night , From his watch - towre in the skies , Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; 40 50 Then to com in spight of sorrow , And 136 JOHN MILTON L'ALLEGRO.
... ; To hear the Lark begin his flight , And singing startle the dull night , From his watch - towre in the skies , Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; 40 50 Then to com in spight of sorrow , And 136 JOHN MILTON L'ALLEGRO.
Sivu 139
... hear Such streins as would have won the ear Of Pluto , to have quite set free His half regain'd Eurydice . These delights , if thou canst give , Mirth with thee , I mean to live . IL PENSEROSO HENCE vain deluding joyes , The brood of ...
... hear Such streins as would have won the ear Of Pluto , to have quite set free His half regain'd Eurydice . These delights , if thou canst give , Mirth with thee , I mean to live . IL PENSEROSO HENCE vain deluding joyes , The brood of ...
Sivu 140
... hear thy eeven - Song ; And missing thee , I walk unseen On the dry smooth - shaven Green , To behold the wandring Moon , Riding neer her highest noon , Like one that had bin led astray Through the Heav'ns wide pathles way ; And oft ...
... hear thy eeven - Song ; And missing thee , I walk unseen On the dry smooth - shaven Green , To behold the wandring Moon , Riding neer her highest noon , Like one that had bin led astray Through the Heav'ns wide pathles way ; And oft ...
Sivu 167
... hear . ' Thus long have I , by native mercy swayed , My wrongs dissembled , my revenge delayed ; So willing to forgive the offending age ; So much the father did the king assuage . But now so far my clemency they slight , The offenders ...
... hear . ' Thus long have I , by native mercy swayed , My wrongs dissembled , my revenge delayed ; So willing to forgive the offending age ; So much the father did the king assuage . But now so far my clemency they slight , The offenders ...
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anon Arcite arms beauty blood breast breath brest Chaucer clouds cold coude courser dark dead death doth doun dream earth Emelye ev'ry eyes face fair fame fate fear flowers glory grace grief hand hast hath hear heart heaven herte honour Jebusites kings lady Lady of Shalott light live look lord Lycidas mind mordre Muse namore never night noght nymph o'er once Oxus Palamon pale PARNASSUS poem poet poetry praise round Rustum ryde Saturn seem'd seyde shal shee sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars sterte stood Sunne sweet swich sylphs tears Thalestris Thebes thee ther Theseus theyr thine things thou art thought thro trewely twas un-to unto up-on voice weep whan whyl whyt wind wolde words wyde youth
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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...