Longer English PoemsJohn Wesley Hales Macmillan and Company, 1892 - 427 страници |
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... DRYDEN . A SONG FOR ST . CECILIA'S DAY ALEXANDER'S FEAST ; OR , THE POWER OF MUSIC RAPE OF THE LOCK . LONDON . POPE . JOHNSON . THE VANITY OF HUMAN WISHES THE PASSIONS . COLLINS . 233 27 32 34 39 5595 75 15 GRAY . ELEGY WRITTEN IN A ...
... DRYDEN . A SONG FOR ST . CECILIA'S DAY ALEXANDER'S FEAST ; OR , THE POWER OF MUSIC RAPE OF THE LOCK . LONDON . POPE . JOHNSON . THE VANITY OF HUMAN WISHES THE PASSIONS . COLLINS . 233 27 32 34 39 5595 75 15 GRAY . ELEGY WRITTEN IN A ...
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... Dryden's groves of oak , And seen from cavern'd Hawthornden . Seem'd all on fire that chapel proud Where Roslin's chiefs uncoffin'd lie , Each Baron , for a sable shroud , Sheath'd in his iron panoply . Seem'd all on fire within ...
... Dryden's groves of oak , And seen from cavern'd Hawthornden . Seem'd all on fire that chapel proud Where Roslin's chiefs uncoffin'd lie , Each Baron , for a sable shroud , Sheath'd in his iron panoply . Seem'd all on fire within ...
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... Dryden and in Haw- thornden is the same as that in Tenterden , and perhaps in Ardennes and as the dean in Hazeldean . It is the oldest English ( what is commonly called Anglo - Saxon ) dena or den , a valley ; " we still use the word in ...
... Dryden and in Haw- thornden is the same as that in Tenterden , and perhaps in Ardennes and as the dean in Hazeldean . It is the oldest English ( what is commonly called Anglo - Saxon ) dena or den , a valley ; " we still use the word in ...
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... Dryden , in the Preface to his State of Innocence , " who think its business is to find fault . " All the word means is a judgment — a verdict ; judgments and verdicts are not always of condemnation . Now what are the merits of this ...
... Dryden , in the Preface to his State of Innocence , " who think its business is to find fault . " All the word means is a judgment — a verdict ; judgments and verdicts are not always of condemnation . Now what are the merits of this ...
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... now was dropt into the western bay ; At last he rose , and twitch'd his mantle blew ; To - morrow to fresh woods and pastures new . 180 185 190 DRYDEN . MAC FLECKNO E. ALL humane things are subject 26 LONGER ENGLISH POEMS .
... now was dropt into the western bay ; At last he rose , and twitch'd his mantle blew ; To - morrow to fresh woods and pastures new . 180 185 190 DRYDEN . MAC FLECKNO E. ALL humane things are subject 26 LONGER ENGLISH POEMS .
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Страница 154 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Страница 79 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Страница 154 - Hence in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore...
Страница 79 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Страница 134 - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved, and could not feel my limbs: I was so light — almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.
Страница 136 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, — A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Страница 150 - 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.
Страница 101 - A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor...
Страница 79 - 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...
Страница 127 - Did send a dismal sheen: Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken The ice was all between. The ice was here, the ice was there, The ice was all around: It cracked and growled, and roared and howled, Like noises in a swound!