From Milton to Tennyson: Masterpieces of English PoetryAllyn and Bacon, 1894 - 306 頁 |
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第 ix 頁
... poet whom his class is studying . Perhaps advanced pupils also can use some portion of this Bibliog- raphy with profit , but if they have spare time , I should en- courage them to read more extensively in the works of the poet himself ...
... poet whom his class is studying . Perhaps advanced pupils also can use some portion of this Bibliog- raphy with profit , but if they have spare time , I should en- courage them to read more extensively in the works of the poet himself ...
第 x 頁
... Poetics . It has been thought unnecessary , there- fore , to give such information in the notes . 5. Exigencies of ... poets represented in this book ; to Professor W. D. Whitney of Yale University for permission to draw freely for ...
... Poetics . It has been thought unnecessary , there- fore , to give such information in the notes . 5. Exigencies of ... poets represented in this book ; to Professor W. D. Whitney of Yale University for permission to draw freely for ...
第 4 頁
... poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream . Then to the well - trod stage anon , 1 : 5 I 20 125 130 If Jonson's learned sock be on , Or sweetest Shakespeare , Fancy's child , Warble his native wood - notes wild . And ever , against ...
... poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream . Then to the well - trod stage anon , 1 : 5 I 20 125 130 If Jonson's learned sock be on , Or sweetest Shakespeare , Fancy's child , Warble his native wood - notes wild . And ever , against ...
第 40 頁
... Poet grows divine ? Shall we , or shall we not , account him so , Who died , perhaps , an hundred years ago ? End all disputes ; and fix the year precise When British bards begin t ' immortalize ? 50 " Who lasts a century can have no ...
... Poet grows divine ? Shall we , or shall we not , account him so , Who died , perhaps , an hundred years ago ? End all disputes ; and fix the year precise When British bards begin t ' immortalize ? 50 " Who lasts a century can have no ...
第 43 頁
... Poetic Itch Has seiz'd the Court and City , poor and rich : 170 Sons , Sires , and Grandsires , all will wear the bays , Our Wives read Milton , and our Daughters Plays , To Theatres , and to Rehearsals throng , And all our Grace at ...
... Poetic Itch Has seiz'd the Court and City , poor and rich : 170 Sons , Sires , and Grandsires , all will wear the bays , Our Wives read Milton , and our Daughters Plays , To Theatres , and to Rehearsals throng , And all our Grace at ...
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第 23 頁 - 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.
第 301 頁 - 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.
第 188 頁 - 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!
第 11 頁 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise 70 (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
第 194 頁 - 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...
第 169 頁 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
第 74 頁 - 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...
第 85 頁 - 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.
第 169 頁 - 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...
第 149 頁 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!