Introductions to the PoetsG. Routledge & sons, 1912 - 313 páginas |
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... told these stories to beguile the time . The first tale was the Knight's about the love of Palamon and Arcite for Emily the beautiful sister of Duke Theseus of Athens . The Miller , the Reeve and the Cook follow with tales suited to the ...
... told these stories to beguile the time . The first tale was the Knight's about the love of Palamon and Arcite for Emily the beautiful sister of Duke Theseus of Athens . The Miller , the Reeve and the Cook follow with tales suited to the ...
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... told , bearing his pall and throwing funeral odes into his grave together with the pens they were written with . His two sons , Silvanus and Peregrine , grew up and his widow married a Mr. Seckerstone . The Queen ordered a monument to ...
... told , bearing his pall and throwing funeral odes into his grave together with the pens they were written with . His two sons , Silvanus and Peregrine , grew up and his widow married a Mr. Seckerstone . The Queen ordered a monument to ...
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... told , a noble nature , endow- ments of head and heart beyond any of his time , wide ranging sympathies , intellectual force of the strongest man , sensibility as of the tenderest woman , a keen sense of right and wrong which he had ...
... told , a noble nature , endow- ments of head and heart beyond any of his time , wide ranging sympathies , intellectual force of the strongest man , sensibility as of the tenderest woman , a keen sense of right and wrong which he had ...
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... told to him con- stantly by an old nurse . To this we must add the remarkable selection of books which he read in his early days . These gave him the food on which his genius expanded , and his ploughing and field work on his father's ...
... told to him con- stantly by an old nurse . To this we must add the remarkable selection of books which he read in his early days . These gave him the food on which his genius expanded , and his ploughing and field work on his father's ...
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... told , must here be repeated once again . One day as the lower schoolboy walked down the Strand , going with his arms as if in the act of swimming , he touched the pocket of a passer - by . What , so young and so wicked ! exclaimed the ...
... told , must here be repeated once again . One day as the lower schoolboy walked down the Strand , going with his arms as if in the act of swimming , he touched the pocket of a passer - by . What , so young and so wicked ! exclaimed the ...
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Página 112 - Ye ice-falls ! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge ! Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts ! Who made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon ? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows ? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet 1 — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains...
Página 180 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy. Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing boy; But he beholds the light and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy. The youth who daily farther from the East Must travel, still is Nature's priest, And, by the vision splendid, Is on his way attended. At length the man perceives it die away And fade into the light of common day.
Página 231 - Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go! Be our joys three-parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!
Página 295 - TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Página 183 - Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Página 230 - All we have willed, or hoped or dreamed of good shall exist; Not its semblance, but itself; no beauty, nor good, nor power Whose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the melodist When eternity affirms the conception of an hour.
Página 180 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth.
Página 82 - tis He alone , Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord — its various tone, Each spring — its various bias: Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Página 189 - 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.
Página 182 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.