Select British Poets, Or, New Elegant Extracts from Chaucer to the Present Time, with Critical RemarksWilliam C. Hall, 1824 - 822 páginas |
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... maid staid not him to lament , But forward rode , and kept her ready way Along the strond : which as she overwent , She saw bestrewed all with rich array Of pearls and precious stones of great assay , And all the gravel mix'd with ...
... maid staid not him to lament , But forward rode , and kept her ready way Along the strond : which as she overwent , She saw bestrewed all with rich array Of pearls and precious stones of great assay , And all the gravel mix'd with ...
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... maid , which there amidst them Who can aread , what creature might she be , [ traced , Whether a creature or a goddess graced With heavenly gifts from heaven first enraced ? But whatso'er she was , she worthy was To be the fourth , with ...
... maid , which there amidst them Who can aread , what creature might she be , [ traced , Whether a creature or a goddess graced With heavenly gifts from heaven first enraced ? But whatso'er she was , she worthy was To be the fourth , with ...
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... maid , By Neptune that adult'rous God betray'd ; She prostrate at his feet , begging with pray'rs , Wringing her hands , her eyes swoln up with tears : This was not an entrapping bait from thee , But by thy virtue gently warning me ...
... maid , By Neptune that adult'rous God betray'd ; She prostrate at his feet , begging with pray'rs , Wringing her hands , her eyes swoln up with tears : This was not an entrapping bait from thee , But by thy virtue gently warning me ...
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... maid ; The most distressed soul that ever breath'd ; And save me from the hands of those fierce men . Let me not be defil'd and made unclean , Dear woman , now , and I will be to you The faithfull'st slave that ever mistress serv'd ...
... maid ; The most distressed soul that ever breath'd ; And save me from the hands of those fierce men . Let me not be defil'd and made unclean , Dear woman , now , and I will be to you The faithfull'st slave that ever mistress serv'd ...
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... maid . The maid - and thereby hangs a tale- For such a maid no Whitson ale Could ever yet produce : No grape that's kindly ripe , could be So round , so plump , so soft as she , Nor half so full of juice . Her finger was so small , the ...
... maid . The maid - and thereby hangs a tale- For such a maid no Whitson ale Could ever yet produce : No grape that's kindly ripe , could be So round , so plump , so soft as she , Nor half so full of juice . Her finger was so small , the ...
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arms Balaam beauty behold blest bliss blood breast breath call'd Canace Chanticleer charms courser dæmon dame dear death delight doth dread dream earth ease ev'n eyes fair fame fate fear fire flame fool gold goth grace Greece hand happy hast hath head heart Heaven hire honour Hudibras Jebusites king lady light live lord lov'd maid mighty mind MOMUS Muse nature ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er once pain passion peace plain pleas'd pleasure poets praise pride proud rage rest Reynard rise round sacred seem'd shade shew sight sing soft song soul speke spleen stood sweet Tancred tears tell tempest Thalestris thee ther Theseus thine things thou thought Twas unto verse vex'd virtue ween Whig wind wings wise woods youth
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Página 107 - And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate ; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
Página 300 - Peace to all such! But were there One whose fires True Genius kindles and fair Fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please, And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne, View him with scornful, yet with jealous eyes, And hate for arts that caus'd himself to rise; Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering, teach the rest to sneer...
Página 407 - 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.
Página 139 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou ask ? The conscience, friend, to have lost them overplied In Liberty's defence, my noble task, Of which...
Página 407 - There at the foot of yonder nodding beech That wreathes its old fantastic roots so high, His listless length at noon-tide would he stretch. And pore upon the brook that babbles by.
Página 91 - But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread: Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.
Página 375 - He threw his blood-stain'd sword in thunder down ; And with a withering look The war-denouncing trumpet took ; And blew a blast so loud and dread, Were ne'er prophetic sounds so full of woe . And ever and anon he beat The doubling drum with furious heat...
Página 107 - 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.
Página 452 - Better dwell in the midst of alarms, Than reign in this horrible place. 1 am out of humanity's reach, I must finish my journey alone, Never hear the sweet music of speech, I start at the sound of my own. The beasts that roam over the plain My form with indifference see, They are so unacquainted with man, Their tameness is shocking to me.
Página 143 - Let us roll all our strength and all Our sweetness up into one ball, And tear our pleasures with rough strife Thorough the iron gates of life. Thus, though we cannot make our sun Stand still, yet we will make him run.