English Poetry and PoetsEstes & Lauriat, 1890 - 506 Seiten |
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Sarah Warner Brooks. DEDICATED TO THE MEMORY OF My Beloved Daughter , IN TENDER AND GRATEFUL ACKNOWLEDGMENT OF ALL HER HELPFUL AND INTELLIGENT SYMPATHY WITH MY BEST INTELLECTUAL ENDEAVOR , MARY ISABEL BROOKS , DIED MARCH 4 , 1883 . TIBKVKA ...
Sarah Warner Brooks. DEDICATED TO THE MEMORY OF My Beloved Daughter , IN TENDER AND GRATEFUL ACKNOWLEDGMENT OF ALL HER HELPFUL AND INTELLIGENT SYMPATHY WITH MY BEST INTELLECTUAL ENDEAVOR , MARY ISABEL BROOKS , DIED MARCH 4 , 1883 . TIBKVKA ...
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... depth of " the same divine despair " in strains tender and sad as the complaining song of his own nightingale , " The days that are no more . " In the latter half of the tenth century , at ANCIENT BARDS AND MINSTRELS . 17.
... depth of " the same divine despair " in strains tender and sad as the complaining song of his own nightingale , " The days that are no more . " In the latter half of the tenth century , at ANCIENT BARDS AND MINSTRELS . 17.
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... tender- ness of the woman and the golden favor of the queen , and bending low in courtly gallantry to whisper honeyed flatter- ies , so near that " his breath thaws her ruff . " Essex , too , is here , blunt , loyal , and brave , and ...
... tender- ness of the woman and the golden favor of the queen , and bending low in courtly gallantry to whisper honeyed flatter- ies , so near that " his breath thaws her ruff . " Essex , too , is here , blunt , loyal , and brave , and ...
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... tender pathos , that is sometimes like a sob or a quick gush of tears . " Why do ye weep , sweet babes ? Can tears Speak grief in you Who were but born Just as the modest morn Teemed her refreshing dew ? Alas ! you have not known that ...
... tender pathos , that is sometimes like a sob or a quick gush of tears . " Why do ye weep , sweet babes ? Can tears Speak grief in you Who were but born Just as the modest morn Teemed her refreshing dew ? Alas ! you have not known that ...
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... tender passions and the occasional beauty of his language , but have found him wanting in the elevation of great genius . His co- temporary , Thomas Heywood , the date of whose birth is 4 unknown , but who wrote for the stage as late ...
... tender passions and the occasional beauty of his language , but have found him wanting in the elevation of great genius . His co- temporary , Thomas Heywood , the date of whose birth is 4 unknown , but who wrote for the stage as late ...
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Seite 159 - Going to the Wars TELL me not, Sweet, I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast, and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True; a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such, As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Seite 247 - Wept o'er his wounds or tales of sorrow done, Shouldered his crutch and showed how fields were won. Pleased with his guests, the good man learned to glow, And quite forgot their vices in their woe; Careless their merits or their faults to scan, His pity gave ere charity began.
Seite 191 - Can any mortal mixture of earth's mould Breathe such divine enchanting ravishment? Sure something holy lodges in that breast, And with these raptures moves the vocal air To testify his hidden residence. How sweetly did they float upon the wings Of silence, through the empty-vaulted night, At every fall smoothing the raven down Of darkness till it smiled...
Seite 361 - Seemed to have known a better day; The harp, his sole remaining joy. Was carried by an orphan boy. The last of all the Bards was he. Who sung of Border chivalry: For, welladay!
Seite 146 - Be not afeard ; the isle is full of noises, Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight, and hurt not. Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments Will hum about mine ears ; and sometime voices, That, if I then had wak'd after long sleep, Will make me sleep again : and then, in dreaming, The clouds methought would open, and show riches Ready to drop upon me ; that, when I wak'd, I cried to dream again.
Seite 306 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy. 'The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Seite 131 - Some men with swords may reap the field, And plant fresh laurels where they kill: But their strong nerves at last must yield; They tame but one another still: Early or late They stoop to fate, And must give up their murmuring breath, When they, pale captives, creep to death.
Seite 202 - Yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say, Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best.
Seite 171 - The thirsty earth soaks up the rain, And drinks, and gapes for drink again. The plants suck in the earth, and are With constant drinking fresh and fair.
Seite 185 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things ought himself to be a true poem...