Longer English poems, with notes, ed. by J.W. Hales, Issue 440John Wesley Hales 1872 |
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... tale stirs in us as in those " ladies gay " that heard it , or are fancied to hear it , long years ago ; with the filial affection which omens and storms cannot daunt from its pious purpose — a most fair sight , and one , thank Heaven ...
... tale stirs in us as in those " ladies gay " that heard it , or are fancied to hear it , long years ago ; with the filial affection which omens and storms cannot daunt from its pious purpose — a most fair sight , and one , thank Heaven ...
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... tale likeness ? At first sight the poem may seem to carry us back into distant ages . The first stanza pictures us a minstrel in some old hall , singing and playing after the manner of his craft . " Feats of arms " were the great ...
... tale likeness ? At first sight the poem may seem to carry us back into distant ages . The first stanza pictures us a minstrel in some old hall , singing and playing after the manner of his craft . " Feats of arms " were the great ...
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... tale Under the hawthorn in the dale . 40 45 50 55 бо 65 Streit mine eye hath caught new pleasures , Whilst the lantskip round it measures , 70 Russet lawns and fallows gray , Where the nibling flocks do stray , Mountains on whose barren ...
... tale Under the hawthorn in the dale . 40 45 50 55 бо 65 Streit mine eye hath caught new pleasures , Whilst the lantskip round it measures , 70 Russet lawns and fallows gray , Where the nibling flocks do stray , Mountains on whose barren ...
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... tales to bed they creep , By whispering windes soon lull'd asleep . Towred cities please us then , And the busie humm of men , Where throngs of knights and barons bold In weeds of Peace high triumphs hold , With store of ladies whose ...
... tales to bed they creep , By whispering windes soon lull'd asleep . Towred cities please us then , And the busie humm of men , Where throngs of knights and barons bold In weeds of Peace high triumphs hold , With store of ladies whose ...
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... tale of Troy divine , Or what ( though rare ) of later age Ennobled hath the buskind stage . But , O sad Virgin , that thy power Might raise Museus from his bower , Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as warbled to the string ...
... tale of Troy divine , Or what ( though rare ) of later age Ennobled hath the buskind stage . But , O sad Virgin , that thy power Might raise Museus from his bower , Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes as warbled to the string ...
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Page 156 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Page 100 - Ill 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.
Page 104 - 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.
Page 136 - O happy living things! no tongue Their beauty might declare: A spring of love gushed from my heart, And I blessed them unaware: Sure my kind saint took pity on me, And I blessed them unaware.
Page 103 - The reverend champion stood. At his control Despair and anguish fled the struggling soul ; Comfort came down the trembling wretch to raise, And his last faltering accents whispered praise.
Page 157 - Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Page 78 - For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, Or busy housewife ply her evening care : No children run to lisp their sire's return, Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share. Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield, Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke : How jocund did they drive their team afield ! How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke ! Let not Ambition mock their useful toil, Their homely joys, and destiny obscure ; 30 Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile The short...
Page 79 - Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind, The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride With incense kindled at the Muse's flame.
Page 14 - Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee Jest, and youthful Jollity, Quips, and cranks,* and wanton* wiles, Nods, and becks, and wreathed smiles, Such as hang on Hebe's cheek, And love to live in dimple sleek; Sport that wrinkled Care derides, And Laughter holding both his sides.
Page 134 - We listened and looked sideways up ! Fear at my heart, as at a cup, My life-blood seemed to sip ! The stars were dim, and thick the night, The steersman's face by his lamp gleamed white; From the sails the dew did drip — Till clomb above the eastern bar The horned Moon, with one bright star 210 Within the nether tip.