Readings in English LiteratureRoy Bennett Pace Allyn and Bacon, 1917 - 512 Seiten |
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... heard the nymphs to daunt , Or fright them from their hallowed haunt . There in close covert by some brook , Where no profaner eye may look , Hide me from day's garish eye , While the bee , with honeyed thigh , That at her flowery work ...
... heard the nymphs to daunt , Or fright them from their hallowed haunt . There in close covert by some brook , Where no profaner eye may look , Hide me from day's garish eye , While the bee , with honeyed thigh , That at her flowery work ...
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... heard What time the grey - fly winds her sultry horn , Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night , Oft till the star that rose at evening , bright , Toward heaven's descent had sloped his westering wheel . Meanwhile the rural ...
... heard What time the grey - fly winds her sultry horn , Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night , Oft till the star that rose at evening , bright , Toward heaven's descent had sloped his westering wheel . Meanwhile the rural ...
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... 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 . He asked the waves , and asked the felon winds , What hard mishap hath doomed this gentle swain ? And questioned ...
... 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 . He asked the waves , and asked the felon winds , What hard mishap hath doomed this gentle swain ? And questioned ...
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... " He said , but his last words were scarcely heard , For Bruce and Longville had a trap prepared , And down they sent the yet declaiming bard . 60 55 355 50 45 40 330 65 5 Sinking , he left his drugget robe behind JOHN DRYDEN 133.
... " He said , but his last words were scarcely heard , For Bruce and Longville had a trap prepared , And down they sent the yet declaiming bard . 60 55 355 50 45 40 330 65 5 Sinking , he left his drugget robe behind JOHN DRYDEN 133.
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... heard him once myself affirm that Christianity and the customs of our town of Vanity were diametrically opposite , and could not be reconciled . By which saying , my Lord , he doth at once not only condemn all our laudable doings , 40 ...
... heard him once myself affirm that Christianity and the customs of our town of Vanity were diametrically opposite , and could not be reconciled . By which saying , my Lord , he doth at once not only condemn all our laudable doings , 40 ...
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Seite 245 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
Seite 91 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope. With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising. Haply I think on thee...
Seite 240 - Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee. A poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company; I gazed and gazed, but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought.
Seite 262 - Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth! And, by the incantation of this verse, Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth The trumpet of a prophecy ! O, Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
Seite 259 - O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being,. Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing. Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed...
Seite 217 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noontide would he stretch, And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Seite 422 - SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me. And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark: And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
Seite 217 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath, and near his favourite tree ; Another came : nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he : The next, with dirges due in sad array Slow through the churchway path we saw him borne, — Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Seite 217 - 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...
Seite 244 - EARTH has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will:...