Studies in English poetry [an anthology] with biogr. sketches and notes by J. PayneJoseph Payne 1859 |
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Zadetki 1–5 od 83
Stran 1
... , often preposterously shuns , & c . ( 4 ) Specious - from the Latin species , an appearance ; hence specious ill is evil which has the appearance of good . B BOADICEA . WHEN the British warrior queen , Bleeding from STUDIES ...
... , often preposterously shuns , & c . ( 4 ) Specious - from the Latin species , an appearance ; hence specious ill is evil which has the appearance of good . B BOADICEA . WHEN the British warrior queen , Bleeding from STUDIES ...
Stran 11
... Latin vestigium , a footmark - hence track , trace . ( 4 ) Annals , & c . - neither the written history of mankind , nor the ruins they have left behind them , afford any other trace , & c . THE LION HUNT.1 MOUNT - mount for the hunting ...
... Latin vestigium , a footmark - hence track , trace . ( 4 ) Annals , & c . - neither the written history of mankind , nor the ruins they have left behind them , afford any other trace , & c . THE LION HUNT.1 MOUNT - mount for the hunting ...
Stran 15
... Latin de and via , from or out of the way ; here , on one side , not straight forward . Dryden ( see p . 359 ) wittily says : - " The rest to some faint meaning make pretence , But Shadwell never deviates into sense . ' THE SPANISH ...
... Latin de and via , from or out of the way ; here , on one side , not straight forward . Dryden ( see p . 359 ) wittily says : - " The rest to some faint meaning make pretence , But Shadwell never deviates into sense . ' THE SPANISH ...
Stran 20
... Latin jocus , a joke or sport , whence joculor joculator , and the old Anglo - Norman jogelour ( used by Chaucer ) , one who plays tricks or makes sport . ( 8 ) Hob - a - nob - supposed to be the same as hab or nab , i . e . have or not ...
... Latin jocus , a joke or sport , whence joculor joculator , and the old Anglo - Norman jogelour ( used by Chaucer ) , one who plays tricks or makes sport . ( 8 ) Hob - a - nob - supposed to be the same as hab or nab , i . e . have or not ...
Stran 26
... Latin pluma , a feather . ( 3 ) Radiate from the Latin radius , the spoke of a wheel , or a line or ray of light emitted from a luminous body . As a botanical term , the adjective " radiate " signifies having florets set round a disk in ...
... Latin pluma , a feather . ( 3 ) Radiate from the Latin radius , the spoke of a wheel , or a line or ray of light emitted from a luminous body . As a botanical term , the adjective " radiate " signifies having florets set round a disk in ...
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ancient appear arms beauty bells beneath born breath bright called charm close cloth clouds dark death deep delight doth earth Edition English expression eyes fair fall fancy Fcap fear feel fire flowers gilt give glory grace green hand happy hath head hear heard heart heaven hills hope hour human Illustrations Italy king land Latin leaves light lines living look Lord lost meaning Milton mind morning mountains nature never night o'er once passage perhaps pleasure poem poet poetry Post 8vo praise pride reference rest rise round says scene seems sense shade sight sleep smile song soul sound speak spirit spring star stream sweet tears thee things thou thought true truth turn voice wave wild winds wings woods
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Stran 84 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
Stran 70 - Whose soul is still prepared for death, Untied unto the world by care Of public fame or private breath; Who envies none that chance doth raise, Nor vice; who never understood How deepest wounds are given by praise, Nor rules of state, but rules of good; Who hath his life from rumours freed; Whose conscience is his strong retreat; Whose state can neither flatterers feed, Nor ruin make oppressors great; Who God doth late and early pray More of his grace than gifts to lend ; And entertains the harmless...
Stran 198 - And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine ; A Being breathing thoughtful breath, A Traveller between life and death ; The reason firm, the temperate will, Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill; A perfect Woman, nobly planned, To warn, to comfort, and command; And yet a Spirit still, and bright With something of an angel light.
Stran 316 - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Stran 304 - Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more, For 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, And tricks his beams, and, with new spangled ore, Flames in the forehead of the morning sky : So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high, Through the dear might of Him that walk'd the waves.
Stran 65 - 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...
Stran 301 - And all their echoes, mourn. The Willows, and the Hazel Copses green, Shall now no more be seen, Fanning their joyous Leaves to thy soft lays. As killing as the Canker to the Rose, Or Taint-worm to the weanling Herds that graze, Or Frost to Flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear, When first the White-thorn blows; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to Shepherd's ear.
Stran 279 - Yet Brutus says he was ambitious; And, sure, he is an honourable man. I speak not to disprove what Brutus spoke, But here I am to speak what I do know. You all did love him once, not without cause: What cause withholds you then, to mourn for him?
Stran 301 - Ay me! I fondly dream! Had ye been there, for what could that have done? What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore, The Muse herself for her enchanting son, Whom universal nature did lament, When by the rout that made the hideous roar, His gory visage down the stream was sent, Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?
Stran 280 - If you have tears, prepare to shed them now. You all do know this mantle. I remember The first time ever Caesar put it on ; 'Twas on a summer's evening, in his tent ; That day he overcame the Nervii. — Look ! in this place, ran Cassius...