From Milton to Tennyson: Masterpieces of English PoetryLouis Du Pont Syle Allyn and Bacon, 1894 - 306 strani |
Iz vsebine knjige
Zadetki 1–5 od 60
Stran 2
... hear the lark begin his flight , And , singing , startle the dull night , From his watch - tower in the skies , Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; Then to come , in spite of sorrow , And at my window bid good - morrow , Through the sweet ...
... hear the lark begin his flight , And , singing , startle the dull night , From his watch - tower in the skies , Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; Then to come , in spite of sorrow , And at my window bid good - morrow , Through the sweet ...
Stran 5
... hear Such strains as would have won the ear Of Pluto to have quite set free His half - regained Eurydice . These delights if thou canst give , Mirth , with thee I mean to live . 150 IL PENSEROSO . HENCE , vain deluding Joys , The brood ...
... hear Such strains as would have won the ear Of Pluto to have quite set free His half - regained Eurydice . These delights if thou canst give , Mirth , with thee I mean to live . 150 IL PENSEROSO . HENCE , vain deluding Joys , The brood ...
Stran 6
... hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing ; And add to these retired Leisure , That in trim gardens ... hear thy even - song ; And , missing thee , I walk unseen 65 On the dry smooth - shaven green , To behold 6 MILTON .
... hears the Muses in a ring Aye round about Jove's altar sing ; And add to these retired Leisure , That in trim gardens ... hear thy even - song ; And , missing thee , I walk unseen 65 On the dry smooth - shaven green , To behold 6 MILTON .
Stran 7
... hear the far - off curfew sound , Over some wide - watered shore , Swinging slow with sullen roar ; Or , if the air will not permit , 75 Some still removed place will fit , Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to ...
... hear the far - off curfew sound , Over some wide - watered shore , Swinging slow with sullen roar ; Or , if the air will not permit , 75 Some still removed place will fit , Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to ...
Stran 11
... hear our song . 35 But , oh the heavy change , now thou art gone , Now thou art gone and never must return ! Thee , Shepherd , thee the woods and desert caves , With wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown , And all their echoes ...
... hear our song . 35 But , oh the heavy change , now thou art gone , Now thou art gone and never must return ! Thee , Shepherd , thee the woods and desert caves , With wild thyme and the gadding vine o'ergrown , And all their echoes ...
Vsebina
208 | |
230 | |
241 | |
248 | |
275 | |
282 | |
289 | |
302 | |
80 | |
92 | |
103 | |
109 | |
115 | |
135 | |
145 | |
152 | |
162 | |
168 | |
182 | |
188 | |
189 | |
197 | |
202 | |
306 | |
24 | |
43 | |
45 | |
52 | |
63 | |
69 | |
75 | |
87 | |
96 | |
151 | |
160 | |
Druge izdaje - Prikaži vse
Pogosti izrazi in povedi
Admetos Æneid Alkestis Arthur beautiful behold Ben Jonson beneath breath cloud Clusium criticism dark dead dear death deep divine doth dream Dryden earth English Epistle Essay Euripides Excalibur eyes face fair famous feel flowers Gods grace Greek hand happy harken ere hast hath hear heard heart heaven Herakles hill Horatius Il Penseroso John Milton Keats King King Arthur L'Allegro Laodamia Lars Porsena Latin light live look Lord Lycidas Matthew Arnold Milton mind morn mother Ida mountain Muse Myths never night noble o'er once pleasure poem poet poetic poetry Pope Pope's Roman Rome rose round Samian wine shade Shakespeare Shelley silent sing Sir Bedivere smile song Sonnet soul spake spirit sweet tale tears thee thine things thou art thought thro verse voice wandering wife wild wind woods word Wordsworth youth ΙΟ
Priljubljeni odlomki
Stran 1 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Stran 186 - I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Stran 79 - Far, far away, thy children leave the land. 50 111 fares the land, to hastening ills a prey, Where wealth accumulates and men decay: Princes and lords may flourish or may fade; A breath can make them, as a breath has made; But a bold peasantry, their country's pride, When once destroyed, can never be supplied.
Stran 192 - These beauteous forms Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye: But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
Stran 285 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Stran 17 - ON HIS BLINDNESS WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?" I fondly ask. But patience, to prevent That murmur, soon replies: "God doth not need Either man's work, or His own gifts. Who best Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best. His state...
Stran 72 - 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 83 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs, were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in heaven, As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm ; Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, • Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Stran 193 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Stran 167 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket...