Select Works of the British Poets: With Biographical and Critical Prefaces, Том 1John Aikin Thomas Wardle, 1831 - 807 страници |
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... 162 166 171 L'Allegro .. 17 The Wife of Bath , her Tale . 179 Il Penseroso . 18 The Character of a Good Parson . 183 Lycidas ... 19 Theodore and Honoria . 184 Comus . 21 Religio Laici . An Epistle 187 POPE . The Rape of the Lock . An Heroi.
... 162 166 171 L'Allegro .. 17 The Wife of Bath , her Tale . 179 Il Penseroso . 18 The Character of a Good Parson . 183 Lycidas ... 19 Theodore and Honoria . 184 Comus . 21 Religio Laici . An Epistle 187 POPE . The Rape of the Lock . An Heroi.
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... Lycidas . That his terian form above the Episcopalian . Resuming the learning and talents had at this time attracted con- same controversy in the following year , he num- siderable notice , appears from an application made bered among ...
... Lycidas . That his terian form above the Episcopalian . Resuming the learning and talents had at this time attracted con- same controversy in the following year , he num- siderable notice , appears from an application made bered among ...
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... Lycidas is dead , dead ere his prime , Young Lycidas , and hath not left his peer : Who would not sing for Lycidas ? he knew Himself to sing , and build the lofty rhyme , He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept , and welter to the ...
... Lycidas is dead , dead ere his prime , Young Lycidas , and hath not left his peer : Who would not sing for Lycidas ? he knew Himself to sing , and build the lofty rhyme , He must not float upon his watery bier Unwept , and welter to the ...
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... Lycidas , thy loss to shepherds ' ear . Where were ye , Nymphs , when the remorseless deep Clos'd o'er the head of your lov'd Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep , Where your old bards , the famous Druids , lie , Nor on ...
... Lycidas , thy loss to shepherds ' ear . Where were ye , Nymphs , when the remorseless deep Clos'd o'er the head of your lov'd Lycidas ? For neither were ye playing on the steep , Where your old bards , the famous Druids , lie , Nor on ...
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... Lycidas your sorrow is not dead , Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor ; So sinks the day - star in the ocean bed , And yet anon repairs his drooping head , 169 And tricks his beams , and with new - spangled ore Flames in the ...
... Lycidas your sorrow is not dead , Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor ; So sinks the day - star in the ocean bed , And yet anon repairs his drooping head , 169 And tricks his beams , and with new - spangled ore Flames in the ...
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Страница 32 - on the plains of Heaven, And shook his throne. What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield, And what is else not to be overcome ; That glory never shall his wrath or might Extort from
Страница 18 - Elysian flowers, and hear Such strains as would have won the ear Of Pluto, to have quite set free His half-regain'd Eurydice. These delights if thou canst give. Mirth, with thee I mean to live. ■ ' IL PENSEROSO. Hence, vain deluding Joys, The brood of Folly, without father bred ! How little you bested, Or
Страница 148 - still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by. But peaceful was the night. Wherein the Prince of light His reign of peace upon the Earth began : The winds, with wonder whist, Smoothly the waters kist, Whispering new joys to the mild ocean. Who now hath quite forgot to rave,
Страница 20 - Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides, Where thou, perhaps, under the whelming tide, Visit'st the bottom of the monstrous world ; Or whether thou, to our moist vows denied, Sleep'st by the fable of Bellerus old, Where the great vision of the guarded mount Looks toward Namancos and Bayona's hold ; Look homeward, angel, now, and melt
Страница 18 - rebecks sound To many a youth, and many a maid, Dancing in the chequer'd shade; And young and old come forth to play On a sunshine holiday, Till the livelong day-light fail : Then to the spicy nut-brown ale, With stories told of many a feat, How faery Mab the junkets cat ; She was pinch'd, and
Страница 20 - As he pronounces lastly on each deed, Of so much fame in Heaven expect thy meed." О fountain Arethuse, and thou honor'd flood, Smooth-sliding Mincius, crown'd with vocal reeds! That strain I heard was of a higher mood : But now my oat proceeds, And listens to the herald of the sea That came in Neptune's plea ; 90
Страница 258 - Lord, art with me still ; Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, And guide me through the dreadful shad Though in a bare and rugged way. Through devious lonely wilds I stray, Thy bounty shall my wants beguile : The barren wilderness shall smile. With sudden greens and herbage crown
Страница 42 - In thoughts more elevate, and reason'd high Of providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate, Fix'd fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute, And found no end, in wandering mazes lost Of good and evil much they argued then. Of happiness and final misery, Passion and apathy, and glory and shame, Vain wisdom all, and
Страница 17 - Then to come, in spite of sorrow, And at my window bid good-morrow, Through the sweet-brier, or the vine, Or the twisted eglantine : While the cock, with lively din, Scatters the rear of Darkness thin. And to the stack, or the barn-door Stoutly struts his dames before ; Oft listening how the hounds and hom Cheerly rouse the slumbering