Studies in Poetry: Embracing Notices of the Lives and Writings of the Best Poets in the English Language, a Copious Selection of Elegant Extracts, a Short Analysis of Hebrew Poetry, and Translations from the Sacred Poets: Designed to Illustrate the Principles of Rhetoric, and Teach Their Application to Poetry |
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... meet upon the way An aged sire , in long black weeds yclad , His feet all bare , his beard all hoary gray , And by his belt his book he hanging had ; Sober he seemed , and very sagely sad ; And to the ground his eyes were lowly bent ...
... meet upon the way An aged sire , in long black weeds yclad , His feet all bare , his beard all hoary gray , And by his belt his book he hanging had ; Sober he seemed , and very sagely sad ; And to the ground his eyes were lowly bent ...
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... meet A goodly knight , fair marching by the way Together with his squire , arrayed meet : His glittering armour shined far away , Like glancing light of Phoebus ' brightest ray ; From top to toe no place appeared bare That deadly dint ...
... meet A goodly knight , fair marching by the way Together with his squire , arrayed meet : His glittering armour shined far away , Like glancing light of Phoebus ' brightest ray ; From top to toe no place appeared bare That deadly dint ...
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... meet you know how Cesar lov'd you . You are not wood , you are not stones , but men ; And , being men , hearing the will of Cesar , It will inflame you , it will make you mad : Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; For if you ...
... meet you know how Cesar lov'd you . You are not wood , you are not stones , but men ; And , being men , hearing the will of Cesar , It will inflame you , it will make you mad : Tis good you know not that you are his heirs ; For if you ...
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... meet the bear i'the mouth . When the mind's free The body's delicate : the tempest in my mind Doth from my senses take all feeling else , Save what beats there . - Filial ingratitude ! Is it not , as this mouth should tear this hand ...
... meet the bear i'the mouth . When the mind's free The body's delicate : the tempest in my mind Doth from my senses take all feeling else , Save what beats there . - Filial ingratitude ! Is it not , as this mouth should tear this hand ...
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... meet also with a vivid grandeur of description which is sometimes almost terrific , magnificent imagery , intense energy both in thought and expression , perfect conception and delineation of character , genuine pathos , learning ...
... meet also with a vivid grandeur of description which is sometimes almost terrific , magnificent imagery , intense energy both in thought and expression , perfect conception and delineation of character , genuine pathos , learning ...
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beauty behold beneath bliss bloom books of Job bowers breast breath bright brow charm cheerful clouds dark dear death deep delight dream earth English language Eolian eternal fair fancy fear feel fire flowers frae gentle gleam gloom glory grave green Grongar Hill grove hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven Hebrew poetry hills holy hour Israel Jehovah land light live lonely look Lord lyre mind moral morn mountains muse nature nature's never night numbers o'er peace pleasure poet poetical praise PSALM rill rock round scene Scotland shade shine shore silent sing skies sleep smile solemn song soul sound spirit spring storm stream STUDIES IN POETRY sublime sweet tears tempest tender thee thine thought toil tree trembling University of Edinburgh vale voice wandering wave ween wild wind wing woods
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Page 35 - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes : 'Tis mightiest in the mightiest ; it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown ; His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings ; But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice.
Page 17 - His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.
Page 380 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear ; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
Page 28 - Like little wanton boys that swim on bladders, This many summers in a sea of glory ; But far beyond my depth : my high-blown pride At length broke under me ; and now has left me, Weary, and old with service, to the mercy Of a rude stream, that must for ever hide me. Vain pomp, and glory of this world, I hate ye ; I feel my heart new open'd : O, how wretched Is that poor man, that hangs on princes...
Page 67 - 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 379 - What thou art we know not: what is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, as from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Page 73 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest he, returning, chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Page 17 - Made to his mistress' eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon's mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon...
Page 170 - 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 142 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his fav'rite 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 church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn:' THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of Earth A Youth to Fortune and to Fame unknown.