The Poetry and Poets of Britain: From Chaucer to Tennyson ; with Biographical Sketches, and a Rapid View of the Characteristic Attributes of EachA. & C. Black, 1850 - 544 pages |
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... rising into inequalities , and diversified by the varied exuberance of abundant vegeta- 1 A great portion of the verse , however , of the seventeenth century , is sacred , and , independently of that of Milton , is of no mean merit ...
... rising into inequalities , and diversified by the varied exuberance of abundant vegeta- 1 A great portion of the verse , however , of the seventeenth century , is sacred , and , independently of that of Milton , is of no mean merit ...
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... rising genius of more than one great poet ; and perhaps that coun- try has done , in a proportional degree , as much for the modern poetic litera- ture of England , as her scholarship and philosophy have achieved for the pro- gress of ...
... rising genius of more than one great poet ; and perhaps that coun- try has done , in a proportional degree , as much for the modern poetic litera- ture of England , as her scholarship and philosophy have achieved for the pro- gress of ...
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... rise . The northern light in at the door shone , For window on the wall ne was there none , Through which men mighten any light discern . The door was all of athamant eterne , 12 Yclenchéd overthwart and endélong , With iron tough , and ...
... rise . The northern light in at the door shone , For window on the wall ne was there none , Through which men mighten any light discern . The door was all of athamant eterne , 12 Yclenchéd overthwart and endélong , With iron tough , and ...
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... rise . " One bade me draw near and buy some spice . Pepper and saffron they ' gan me bid , But , for lack of money , I might not speed . Then to the Cheap3 I ' gan me drawn , Where much people I saw for to stand . One offered me velvet ...
... rise . " One bade me draw near and buy some spice . Pepper and saffron they ' gan me bid , But , for lack of money , I might not speed . Then to the Cheap3 I ' gan me drawn , Where much people I saw for to stand . One offered me velvet ...
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... rise . I saw the little boy , and thought how oft that he Did wish of God , to ' scape the rod , a tall young man to be . The young man eke , that feels his bones with pains oppressed , How he would be a rich old man , to live and lie ...
... rise . I saw the little boy , and thought how oft that he Did wish of God , to ' scape the rod , a tall young man to be . The young man eke , that feels his bones with pains oppressed , How he would be a rich old man , to live and lie ...
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Page 114 - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them ? — To die, — to sleep, — No more ; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, — 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, — to sleep ; — To sleep ! perchance to dream : — ay, there's the rub ; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come. When we have shuffled off this mortal...
Page 522 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we...
Page 103 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly, death itself awakes ? Canst thou, O partial sleep!
Page 114 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscover'd country from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of ? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all...
Page 103 - I have pass'da miserable night, So full of fearful dreams, of ugly sights, That, as I am a Christian faithful man, I would not spend another such a night, Though 'twere to buy a world of happy days : So full of dismal terror was the time.
Page 186 - Dove-like, sat'st brooding on the vast abyss, And mad'st it pregnant: what in me is dark Illumine; what is low, raise and support; That to the height of this great argument I may assert eternal Providence, And justify the ways of God to men.
Page 365 - THERE was a time when meadow, grove and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Page 174 - For, if such holy song Enwrap our fancy long, Time will run back and fetch the age of gold; And speckled Vanity Will sicken soon and die, And leprous Sin will melt from earthly mould...
Page 242 - And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain : Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew ! Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes And glittering temples of their hostile gods.
Page 200 - Though hard and rare : thee I revisit safe, And feel thy sovran vital lamp ; but thou Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Or dim suffusion veiled.