The English Parnassus: An Anthology Chiefly of Longer PoemsWilliam Macneile Dixon, Sir Herbert John Clifford Grierson Clarendon Press, 1911 - 767 страница |
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... bring together those English poems , neither epical in scope nor yet wholly lyrical in quality , which have attained a high measure of critical approbation . There will be found here poems of very varied type - narrative , didactic ...
... bring together those English poems , neither epical in scope nor yet wholly lyrical in quality , which have attained a high measure of critical approbation . There will be found here poems of very varied type - narrative , didactic ...
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... Bring with you all the Nymphes that you can heare Both of the rivers and the forrests greene : And of the sea that neighbours to her neare , Al with gay girlands goodly wel beseene , 40 And let them also with them bring in hand , EDMUND ...
... Bring with you all the Nymphes that you can heare Both of the rivers and the forrests greene : And of the sea that neighbours to her neare , Al with gay girlands goodly wel beseene , 40 And let them also with them bring in hand , EDMUND ...
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... bring in hand , Another gay girland , For my fayre love , of lillyes and of roses , Bound truelove wize with a blew silke riband . And let them make great store of bridale poses , And let them eeke bring store of other flowers To deck ...
... bring in hand , Another gay girland , For my fayre love , of lillyes and of roses , Bound truelove wize with a blew silke riband . And let them make great store of bridale poses , And let them eeke bring store of other flowers To deck ...
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... Bring her up to th'high altar , that she may The sacred ceremonies there partake , The which do endlesse matrimony make , And let the roring Organs loudly play , The praises of the Lord in lively notes , The whiles with hollow throates ...
... Bring her up to th'high altar , that she may The sacred ceremonies there partake , The which do endlesse matrimony make , And let the roring Organs loudly play , The praises of the Lord in lively notes , The whiles with hollow throates ...
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... bring home the bride againe , Bring home the triumph of our victory , Bring home with you the glory of her gaine , With joyance bring her and with jollity . Never had man more joyfull day then this , Whom heaven would heape with blis ...
... bring home the bride againe , Bring home the triumph of our victory , Bring home with you the glory of her gaine , With joyance bring her and with jollity . Never had man more joyfull day then this , Whom heaven would heape with blis ...
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anon Arcite arms beauty blood breast breath brest Chaucer clouds cold coude courser dark dead death doth doun dream earth Emelye ev'ry eyes face fair fame fate fear flowers glory grace grief hand hast hath hear heart heaven herte honour Jebusites kings lady Lady of Shalott light live look lord Lycidas mind mordre Muse namore never night noght nymph o'er once Oxus Palamon pale PARNASSUS poem poet poetry praise round Rustum ryde Saturn seem'd seyde shal shee sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars sterte stood Sunne sweet swich sylphs tears Thalestris Thebes thee ther Theseus theyr thine things thou art thought thro trewely twas un-to unto up-on voice weep whan whyl whyt wind wolde words wyde youth
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Страница 368 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Страница 344 - Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay ! Farewell, farewell!
Страница 340 - But tell me, tell me! speak again, Thy soft response renewing— What makes that ship drive on so fast? What is the ocean doing?' Second Voice 'Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast— If he may know which way to go; For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see! how graciously She looketh down on him.
Страница 319 - Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part; Filling from time to time his "humorous stage...
Страница 292 - The immeasurable height Of woods decaying, never to be decayed, The stationary blasts of waterfalls, And in the narrow rent at every turn Winds thwarting winds, bewildered and forlorn, The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky, The rocks that muttered close upon our ears, Black drizzling crags that spake by the way-side As if a voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospect of the raving stream, The unfettered clouds and region of the Heavens, Tumult and peace, the darkness and the light...
Страница 319 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Страница 337 - 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 318 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream...
Страница 369 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Страница 338 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze...