Studies from the English poets |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 59
Page
... models of excellence before the mind of the student , and to give him an
opportunity of acquainting himself with the great masters of our literature
sufficiently to be able to distinguish their beauties , criticise their defects , and
learn to appreciate.
... models of excellence before the mind of the student , and to give him an
opportunity of acquainting himself with the great masters of our literature
sufficiently to be able to distinguish their beauties , criticise their defects , and
learn to appreciate.
Page 51
Fair Angel , thy desire , which tends to know The works of God , thereby to glorify
The great Work - master , leads to no excess That reaches blame , but rather
merits praise The more it seems excess , that led thee hither From thy empyreal ...
Fair Angel , thy desire , which tends to know The works of God , thereby to glorify
The great Work - master , leads to no excess That reaches blame , but rather
merits praise The more it seems excess , that led thee hither From thy empyreal ...
Page 74
STEPHANO , a drunken Butler . Master of a Ship , Boatswain , and Mariners .
MIRANDA , Daughter to Prospero . ARIEL , an airy Spirit . Other Spirits attending
on Prospero . SCENE , the Sea , with a Ship ; afterwards an island . ACT ² .
SCENE I ...
STEPHANO , a drunken Butler . Master of a Ship , Boatswain , and Mariners .
MIRANDA , Daughter to Prospero . ARIEL , an airy Spirit . Other Spirits attending
on Prospero . SCENE , the Sea , with a Ship ; afterwards an island . ACT ² .
SCENE I ...
Page 75
Where ' s the master ? Play the men . Boats . I pray now , keep below . Ant .
Where is the master , boson ? Boats . Do you not hear him ? You mar our labour ;
keep your cabins : you do assist the storm . Gon . Nay , good , be patient . Boats .
Where ' s the master ? Play the men . Boats . I pray now , keep below . Ant .
Where is the master , boson ? Boats . Do you not hear him ? You mar our labour ;
keep your cabins : you do assist the storm . Gon . Nay , good , be patient . Boats .
Page 76
who Art ignorant of what thou art , nought knowing Of whence I am ; nor that I am
more better Than Prospero , master of a full poor cell , And thy no greater father .
Miran . More to know Did never meddle with my. i To swallow him up . 2 Some ...
who Art ignorant of what thou art , nought knowing Of whence I am ; nor that I am
more better Than Prospero , master of a full poor cell , And thy no greater father .
Miran . More to know Did never meddle with my. i To swallow him up . 2 Some ...
What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
ancient appear arms Author bear blood born bound breath charms cloth comes crown death deep doth earth Edition England Enter Exeunt eyes fair fall father Faul fear fire force give grace hand happy hast hath head hear heart Heaven History hold honour hope hour John keep king Lady land learned leave light live look lord lost Macb Macbeth master means mind nature never night o'er once pain peace play pleasure present pride Pros reason rest rise round scene seemed sense side sleep soul sound speak spirit stand strange sweet tell thee things thou thought thousand true truth turn virtue vols whole wild winds Wood young
Popular passages
Page 144 - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
Page 183 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Page 500 - Downward they move, a melancholy band, Pass from the shore and darken all the strand. Contented toil and hospitable care, And kind connubial tenderness are there; And piety, with wishes placed above, And steady loyalty and faithful love.
Page 185 - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word, — To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle...
Page 285 - If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? revenge: if a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? why, revenge. The villany you teach me I will execute; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
Page 495 - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorned the venerable place; Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray.
Page 357 - Winter, yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train And rudely rends thy robes ; So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And love thy favourite name ! W.
Page 493 - Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep...
Page 492 - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green : One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
Page 362 - Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing, While, as his flying fingers kissed the strings, Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound ; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.