Specimens of English poetry. For the use of Charterhouse schoolTaylor & Francis, 1867 - 315 pages |
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... the furrow'd land , And the milkmaid singeth blithe , And the mower whets his sithe , And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale . 55 60 88 65 Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures , Whilst the L'ALLEGRO . 103.
... the furrow'd land , And the milkmaid singeth blithe , And the mower whets his sithe , And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale . 55 60 88 65 Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures , Whilst the L'ALLEGRO . 103.
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English poetry. Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures , Whilst the landscape round it measures ; Russet lawns , and fallows gray , 70 Where the nibbling flocks do stray ; Mountains , on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do ...
English poetry. Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures , Whilst the landscape round it measures ; Russet lawns , and fallows gray , 70 Where the nibbling flocks do stray ; Mountains , on whose barren breast The labouring clouds do ...
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... hath thresh'd the corn , 105 That ten day - labourers could not end ; Then lies him down the lubber fiend , 110 And , stretch'd out all the chimney's length , Basks at the fire his hairy strength ; And crop - full out of doors he flings ...
... hath thresh'd the corn , 105 That ten day - labourers could not end ; Then lies him down the lubber fiend , 110 And , stretch'd out all the chimney's length , Basks at the fire his hairy strength ; And crop - full out of doors he flings ...
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... hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook : And of those demons that are found In fire , air , flood , or under ground , Whose power hath a true consent With planet , or with element . Sometimes let gorgeous Tragedy In scepter'd ...
... hath forsook Her mansion in this fleshly nook : And of those demons that are found In fire , air , flood , or under ground , Whose power hath a true consent With planet , or with element . Sometimes let gorgeous Tragedy In scepter'd ...
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... hath blown his fill , Ending on the rustling leaves , With minute drops from off the eaves . And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams , me , goddess , bring To arched walks of twilight groves , And shadows brown that Sylvan ...
... hath blown his fill , Ending on the rustling leaves , With minute drops from off the eaves . And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams , me , goddess , bring To arched walks of twilight groves , And shadows brown that Sylvan ...
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angels beauty BEN JONSON beneath bless blest bliss bowers breast breath bright call'd Canaan charms clouds Corydon Crazy Jane cries dark dear death deep delight doth drest dwell earth Eurydice Ev'n eyes fair faith fate fear flowers foreign bands glory glow grace grave Greece grove hand happy hast hath head hear heard heart Heaven hope hour John Barleycorn king land learn'd light live look'd Lord lubber fiend Lycidas lyre meads of asphodel morn Muse ne'er night numbers nymph o'er pain pass'd passions peace pity pleasure poor praise prayer pride rest rise rose round seem'd shade shore sigh sing skies sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring swain sweet SWEET Auburn tears tempest thee thine thou art thought Timotheus trembling upstar virtue voice wandering wave weep winds wings wish'd youth
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Page 106 - Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild. And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out 140 With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony ; That Orpheus...
Page 143 - All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse's arms.
Page 144 - With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances ; And so he plays his part The sixth age shifts Into the lean and...
Page 53 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Page 256 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Page 75 - How often have I blest the coming day, When toil remitting lent its turn to play, And all the village train, from labour free, Led up their sports beneath the spreading tree...
Page 232 - My boast is not that I deduce my birth From loins enthroned, and rulers of the earth ; But higher far my proud pretensions rise — The son of parents passed into the skies.
Page 141 - This story shall the good man teach his son ; And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by, From this day to the ending of the world, But we in it shall be remembered : We few, we happy few, we band of brothers ; For he to-day that sheds his blood with me Shall be my brother ; be he ne'er so vile, This day shall gentle his condition : And gentlemen in England, now a-bed, Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here ; And hold their manhoods cheap, whiles any speaks That fought with us upon saint...
Page 256 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore ; There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep sea, and music in its roar : I love not man the less, but nature more...
Page 109 - Save the cricket on the hearth, Or the bellman's drowsy charm To bless the doors from nightly harm. Or let my lamp, at midnight hour, Be seen in some high lonely tower, Where I may oft outwatch the Bear, With...