The English Parnassus: An Anthology Chiefly of Longer PoemsWilliam Macneile Dixon, Sir Herbert John Clifford Grierson Clarendon Press, 1911 - 767 páginas |
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... Sorrow I am , in endeles tormentes payned , Among the furies in the infernall lake : Where Pluto god of Hel so griesly blacke 90 100 110 Doth holde his throne , and Letheus deadly taste Doth rieve remembraunce of eche thing forepast ...
... Sorrow I am , in endeles tormentes payned , Among the furies in the infernall lake : Where Pluto god of Hel so griesly blacke 90 100 110 Doth holde his throne , and Letheus deadly taste Doth rieve remembraunce of eche thing forepast ...
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... Sorrow eke in far more woful wyse Tooke on with playnt , up heaving to the skies Her wretched handes , that with her crye the rout Gan all in heapes to swarme us round about . 490 500 510 520 . Lo here ( quod Sorowe ) Prynces of renowne ...
... Sorrow eke in far more woful wyse Tooke on with playnt , up heaving to the skies Her wretched handes , that with her crye the rout Gan all in heapes to swarme us round about . 490 500 510 520 . Lo here ( quod Sorowe ) Prynces of renowne ...
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... sorrow is not dead , Sunk though he be beneath the watry floar , So sinks the day - star in the Ocean bed , And yet anon repairs his drooping head , 150 160 And tricks his beams , and with new spangled Ore , 170 Flames in the forehead ...
... sorrow is not dead , Sunk though he be beneath the watry floar , So sinks the day - star in the Ocean bed , And yet anon repairs his drooping head , 150 160 And tricks his beams , and with new spangled Ore , 170 Flames in the forehead ...
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... free ; To hear the Lark begin his flight , And singing startle the dull night , From his watch - towre in the skies , Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; 40 50 Then to com in spight of sorrow , And 136 JOHN MILTON L'ALLEGRO.
... free ; To hear the Lark begin his flight , And singing startle the dull night , From his watch - towre in the skies , Till the dappled dawn doth rise ; 40 50 Then to com in spight of sorrow , And 136 JOHN MILTON L'ALLEGRO.
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... sorrow , And at my window bid good morrow , Through the Sweet - Briar , or the Vine , Or the twisted Eglantine : While the Cock with lively din , Scatters the rear of darknes thin , And to the stack , or the Barn dore , Stoutly struts ...
... sorrow , And at my window bid good morrow , Through the Sweet - Briar , or the Vine , Or the twisted Eglantine : While the Cock with lively din , Scatters the rear of darknes thin , And to the stack , or the Barn dore , Stoutly struts ...
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anon Arcite arms beauty blood breast breath brest Chaucer clouds cold coude courser dark dead death doth doun dream earth Emelye ev'ry eyes face fair fame fate fear flowers glory grace grief hand hast hath hear heart heaven herte honour Jebusites kings lady Lady of Shalott light live look lord Lycidas mind mordre Muse namore never night noght nymph o'er once Oxus Palamon pale PARNASSUS poem poet poetry praise round Rustum ryde Saturn seem'd seyde shal shee sigh sing sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit stars sterte stood Sunne sweet swich sylphs tears Thalestris Thebes thee ther Theseus theyr thine things thou art thought thro trewely twas un-to unto up-on voice weep whan whyl whyt wind wolde words wyde youth
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Página 368 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Página 344 - Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company! — To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay ! Farewell, farewell!
Página 340 - But tell me, tell me! speak again, Thy soft response renewing— What makes that ship drive on so fast? What is the ocean doing?' Second Voice 'Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast— If he may know which way to go; For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see! how graciously She looketh down on him.
Página 319 - Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part; Filling from time to time his "humorous stage...
Página 292 - The immeasurable height Of woods decaying, never to be decayed, The stationary blasts of waterfalls, And in the narrow rent at every turn Winds thwarting winds, bewildered and forlorn, The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky, The rocks that muttered close upon our ears, Black drizzling crags that spake by the way-side As if a voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospect of the raving stream, The unfettered clouds and region of the Heavens, Tumult and peace, the darkness and the light...
Página 319 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Página 337 - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved, and could not feel my limbs: I was so light — almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.
Página 318 - But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream...
Página 369 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, - alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass Which now beneath them, but above shall grow In its next verdure, when this fiery mass Of living valour, rolling on the foe And burning with high hope shall moulder cold and low.
Página 338 - They groaned, they stirred, they all uprose, Nor spake, nor moved their eyes; It had been strange, even in a dream, To have seen those dead men rise. The helmsman steered, the ship moved on; Yet never a breeze...