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Sivu ix
The Churchyard abounds with images which find a mirror in every mind , and with sentiments to which every bosom returns an echo . ' Yet while admitting that the qualities which give a poem the power to find an echo in every bosom are ...
The Churchyard abounds with images which find a mirror in every mind , and with sentiments to which every bosom returns an echo . ' Yet while admitting that the qualities which give a poem the power to find an echo in every bosom are ...
Sivu 91
120 O fayrest Phoebus , father of the Muse , If ever I did honour thee aright , Or sing the thing , that mote thy mind delight , Doe not thy servants simple boone refuse , But let this day , let this one day be myne , Let all the rest ...
120 O fayrest Phoebus , father of the Muse , If ever I did honour thee aright , Or sing the thing , that mote thy mind delight , Doe not thy servants simple boone refuse , But let this day , let this one day be myne , Let all the rest ...
Sivu 93
... Thereto approch to tempt her mind to ill . Had ye once seene these her celestial threasures , 20G And unrevealed pleasures , Then would ye wonder and her prayses sing , That al the woods should answer and your echo ring .
... Thereto approch to tempt her mind to ill . Had ye once seene these her celestial threasures , 20G And unrevealed pleasures , Then would ye wonder and her prayses sing , That al the woods should answer and your echo ring .
Sivu 102
... putteth us in mind of farther obsequies due unto the deceased . And namely of the performance of whatsoever we may judge shal make to his living credit , and to the effecting of his determinations prevented by the stroke of death .
... putteth us in mind of farther obsequies due unto the deceased . And namely of the performance of whatsoever we may judge shal make to his living credit , and to the effecting of his determinations prevented by the stroke of death .
Sivu 103
She ware no gloves , for neither sunne nor wind Would burne or parch her hands , but to her mind Or warme or coole them , for they tooke delite To play upon those hands , they were so white . Buskins of shels all silvered , used she ...
She ware no gloves , for neither sunne nor wind Would burne or parch her hands , but to her mind Or warme or coole them , for they tooke delite To play upon those hands , they were so white . Buskins of shels all silvered , used she ...
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Yhtään arvostelua ei löytynyt.
Muita painoksia - Näytä kaikki
Yleiset termit ja lausekkeet
arms beauty blood breath bring clouds cold dark dead death deep doth dream earth eyes face fair fall fame fate fear feel fire flowers force give grace hand hath head hear heard heart heaven honour hope hour human keep kings knew lady land laws leave less light live look lord mind move nature never night o'er once pain pass poem poet praise rest rise rose round seen sense shal side sight sing sleep song soul sound spirit stand stars stood stream sweet tears thee ther thine things thou thought true turn voice whan wind woods 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...
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| Otsikko | The English Parnassus: An Anthology Chiefly of Longer Poems |
| Toimittajat | William Macneile Dixon, Sir Herbert John Clifford Grierson |
| Avustajat | William Macneile Dixon, Sir Herbert John Clifford Grierson |
| Kustantaja | Clarendon Press, 1911 |
| Alkuperäisteoksen sijainti | Kalifornian yliopisto |
| Digitoitu | 10. joulukuu 2007 |
| Pituus | 767 sivua |
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