Studies from the English poetsLongman, Brown, Green, and Longmans, 1852 - 519ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... round he throws his baleful eyes , That witnessed huge affliction and dismay , Mixed with obdurate pride , and steadfast hate . At once , as far as angels ' ken , he views The dismal situation , waste and wild : A dungeon horrible on ...
... round he throws his baleful eyes , That witnessed huge affliction and dismay , Mixed with obdurate pride , and steadfast hate . At once , as far as angels ' ken , he views The dismal situation , waste and wild : A dungeon horrible on ...
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... hate , which , according to 255 260 265 the poets , flowed nine times round the infernal regions . 5 The Italian form of the word " Sovereign . " With rallied arms to try what may be yet Regained 8 [ EPIC STUDIES FROM THE ENGLISH POETS .
... hate , which , according to 255 260 265 the poets , flowed nine times round the infernal regions . 5 The Italian form of the word " Sovereign . " With rallied arms to try what may be yet Regained 8 [ EPIC STUDIES FROM THE ENGLISH POETS .
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... round , 285 Behind him cast ; the broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon , whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist1 views At evening from the top of Fesolé 2 Or in Valdarno3 , to descry new lands , Rivers , or ...
... round , 285 Behind him cast ; the broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon , whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist1 views At evening from the top of Fesolé 2 Or in Valdarno3 , to descry new lands , Rivers , or ...
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George Frederick Graham. Of Amram's son1 , in Egypt's evil day , Waved round the coast , up called a pitchy cloud Of locusts , warping on the eastern wind That o'er the realm of impious Pharaoh hung Like night , and darkened all the land ...
George Frederick Graham. Of Amram's son1 , in Egypt's evil day , Waved round the coast , up called a pitchy cloud Of locusts , warping on the eastern wind That o'er the realm of impious Pharaoh hung Like night , and darkened all the land ...
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... round With all his peers : attention held them mute . Thrice he assayed , and thrice , in spite of scorn , Tears , such as Angels weep , burst forth at last , Words , interwove with sighs , found out their way . SATAN . " O Myriads of ...
... round With all his peers : attention held them mute . Thrice he assayed , and thrice , in spite of scorn , Tears , such as Angels weep , burst forth at last , Words , interwove with sighs , found out their way . SATAN . " O Myriads of ...
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144 ÆäÀÌÁö - Is this a dagger which I see before me, The handle toward my hand ? Come, let me clutch thee. I have thee not, and yet I see thee still. Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible To feeling as to sight ? or art thou but A dagger of the mind, a false creation, Proceeding from the heat-oppressed brain ? I see thee yet, in form as palpable As this which now I draw. Thou marshall'st me the way that I was going ; And such an instrument I was to use. Mine eyes are made the fools o...
183 ÆäÀÌÁö - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf ; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
502 ÆäÀÌÁö - Downward they move, a melancholy band, Pass from the shore and darken all the strand. Contented toil and hospitable care, And kind connubial tenderness are there; And piety, with wishes placed above, And steady loyalty and faithful love.
185 ÆäÀÌÁö - She should have died hereafter ; There would have been a time for such a word, — To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day, To the last syllable of recorded time ; And all our yesterdays have lighted fools The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle...
285 ÆäÀÌÁö - If you prick us, do we not bleed? if you tickle us, do we not laugh? if you poison us, do we not die? and if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? If we are like you in the rest, we will resemble you in that. If a Jew wrong a Christian, what is his humility? revenge: if a Christian wrong a Jew, what should his sufferance be by Christian example? why, revenge. The villany you teach me I will execute; and it shall go hard but I will better the instruction.
497 ÆäÀÌÁö - At church, with meek and unaffected grace, His looks adorned the venerable place; Truth from his lips prevailed with double sway, And fools, who came to scoff, remained to pray.
357 ÆäÀÌÁö - Winter, yelling through the troublous air, Affrights thy shrinking train And rudely rends thy robes ; So long, regardful of thy quiet rule, Shall Fancy, Friendship, Science, smiling Peace, Thy gentlest influence own, And love thy favourite name ! W.
495 ÆäÀÌÁö - Who quits a world where strong temptations try, And, since 'tis hard to combat, learns to fly! For him no wretches, born to work and weep, Explore the mine, or tempt the dangerous deep...
494 ÆäÀÌÁö - Sweet smiling village, loveliest of the lawn, Thy sports are fled, and all thy charms withdrawn ; Amidst thy bowers the tyrant's hand is seen, And desolation saddens all thy green : One only master grasps the whole domain, And half a tillage stints thy smiling plain...
362 ÆäÀÌÁö - Tempe's vale, her native maids, Amidst the festal sounding shades, To some unwearied minstrel dancing, While, as his flying fingers kissed the strings, Love framed with Mirth a gay fantastic round : Loose were her tresses seen, her zone unbound ; And he, amidst his frolic play, As if he would the charming air repay, Shook thousand odours from his dewy wings.