The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers, כרך 2Thomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1896 - 20 עמודים |
מתוך הספר
תוצאות 1-5 מתוך 48
עמוד 13
... sing The glories of thy king , His zeal to God , and his just awe o'er men : They may , blood - shaken then , Feel such a flesh - quake to possess their powers , As they shall cry : ' Like ours In sound of peace or wars , No harp e'er ...
... sing The glories of thy king , His zeal to God , and his just awe o'er men : They may , blood - shaken then , Feel such a flesh - quake to possess their powers , As they shall cry : ' Like ours In sound of peace or wars , No harp e'er ...
עמוד 18
... sing high and aloof , Safe from the wolf's black jaw , and the dull ass's hoof . TO THE MEMORY OF MY BELOVED MASTER WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE , AND WHAT HE HATH LEFT US . [ Printed by Gifford in Underwoods , but really from the First Folio ...
... sing high and aloof , Safe from the wolf's black jaw , and the dull ass's hoof . TO THE MEMORY OF MY BELOVED MASTER WILLIAM SHAKSPEARE , AND WHAT HE HATH LEFT US . [ Printed by Gifford in Underwoods , but really from the First Folio ...
עמוד 31
... sing ; Make an eternal spring , Give life to this dark world which lieth dead ; Spread forth thy golden hair In larger locks than thou wast wont before , ' Printed careere in the Bodleian copy . Elsewhere cariere or carrier . And ...
... sing ; Make an eternal spring , Give life to this dark world which lieth dead ; Spread forth thy golden hair In larger locks than thou wast wont before , ' Printed careere in the Bodleian copy . Elsewhere cariere or carrier . And ...
עמוד 34
... from old errors turn . ' Who listen'd to his voice , obey'd his cry ? Only the echoes , which he made relent , Rung from their marble caves , ' Repent , repent ! ' To the Nightingale . Sweet bird , that sing'st away 34 THE ENGLISH POETS .
... from old errors turn . ' Who listen'd to his voice , obey'd his cry ? Only the echoes , which he made relent , Rung from their marble caves , ' Repent , repent ! ' To the Nightingale . Sweet bird , that sing'st away 34 THE ENGLISH POETS .
עמוד 35
... sing'st away the early hours , Of winters past or coming void of care , Well pleased with delights which present are , Fair seasons , budding sprays , sweet - smelling flowers ; To rocks , to springs , to rills , from leafy bowers Thou ...
... sing'st away the early hours , Of winters past or coming void of care , Well pleased with delights which present are , Fair seasons , budding sprays , sweet - smelling flowers ; To rocks , to springs , to rills , from leafy bowers Thou ...
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מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
Absalom and Achitophel beauty Ben Jonson born breast breath bright Carew Castara Catullus Comus Cowley crown death delight died divine dost doth Dryden earth EDMUND W English eyes fair fame fancy fate fear fire flame flowers genius Giles Fletcher glory grace Habington hand happy hast hath heart heaven hell Herbert heroic couplet Herrick Hesperides hill honour Hudibras Jonson King kiss Lady light live Lord Lovelace Lycidas maid masques Milton mind mistress Muse never night o'er once Paradise Paradise Lost Paradise Regained passion Perilla pleasure poems poet poet's poetic poetry praise pride rhyme rose sacred satire shade shalt shine sigh sight sing sleep song sonnet soul stars tears thee thine things thou thought unto verse Waller wanton weep WILLIAM HABINGTON winds wings write youth
קטעים בולטים
עמוד 315 - And bring all heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 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.
עמוד 309 - Where throngs of knights and barons bold, In weeds of peace, high triumphs hold, With store of ladies, whose bright eyes Rain influence, and judge the prize Of wit or arms, while both contend To win her grace, whom all commend.
עמוד 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?
עמוד 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.
עמוד 309 - Sometimes with secure delight The upland hamlets will invite, When the merry bells ring round, And the jocund rebecks sound To many a youth and many a maid Dancing in the chequer'd shade...
עמוד 307 - Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful jollity, Quips, and cranks, and wanton wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides...
עמוד 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...
עמוד 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.