Representative English Literature from Chaucer to Tennyson: Selected and Supplemented with Historical Connections and a MapH. Holt, 1893 - 514 lappuses |
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... heard But the wrath of the waters , The icy - cold way ; At times the swan's song ; In the scream of the gannet I sought for my joy ; In the moan of the sea - whelp For laughter of men ; In the song of the sea - mew For drinking of mead ...
... heard But the wrath of the waters , The icy - cold way ; At times the swan's song ; In the scream of the gannet I sought for my joy ; In the moan of the sea - whelp For laughter of men ; In the song of the sea - mew For drinking of mead ...
79. lappuse
... heard from the poet's own lips the first three books of his masterpiece , the Faerie Queene . Raleigh , with great and generous admiration , prevailed upon Spenser to accompany him to London , where the first installment of the Faerie ...
... heard from the poet's own lips the first three books of his masterpiece , the Faerie Queene . Raleigh , with great and generous admiration , prevailed upon Spenser to accompany him to London , where the first installment of the Faerie ...
124. lappuse
... heard any imputation to the contrary ? 305 Shy . Oh , no , no , no , no : —my meaning , in saying he is a good man , is to have you understand me , that he is sufficient : yet his means are in supposition : he hath an argosy bound to ...
... heard any imputation to the contrary ? 305 Shy . Oh , no , no , no , no : —my meaning , in saying he is a good man , is to have you understand me , that he is sufficient : yet his means are in supposition : he hath an argosy bound to ...
143. lappuse
... heard that told : Many a man his life hath sold 935 But my outside to behold : Gilded tombs do worms infold . Had you been as wise as bold , Young in limbs , in judgment old , Your answer had not been inscroll'd , " Fare you well , your ...
... heard that told : Many a man his life hath sold 935 But my outside to behold : Gilded tombs do worms infold . Had you been as wise as bold , Young in limbs , in judgment old , Your answer had not been inscroll'd , " Fare you well , your ...
150. lappuse
... heard in Genoa- Shy . What , what , what ? ill luck , ill luck ? Tub . -hath an argosy cast away , coming from Tripolis . Shy . I thank God ! I thank God ! Is it true ? is it true ? Tub . I spoke with some of the sailors that escaped ...
... heard in Genoa- Shy . What , what , what ? ill luck , ill luck ? Tub . -hath an argosy cast away , coming from Tripolis . Shy . I thank God ! I thank God ! Is it true ? is it true ? Tub . I spoke with some of the sailors that escaped ...
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412. lappuse - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
323. lappuse - 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.
342. lappuse - Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
413. lappuse - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
409. lappuse - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
238. lappuse - 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?
413. lappuse - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, 'Beauty is truth, truth beauty,' — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
338. lappuse - Duty! if that name thou love Who art a light to guide, a rod To check the erring, and reprove ; Thou, who art victory and law When empty terrors overawe ; From vain temptations dost set free ; And calm'st the weary strife of frail humanity ! There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them ; who, in love and truth, Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth : Glad Hearts ! without reproach or blot ; Who do thy work, and know it not : Oh ! if through confidence misplaced They fail, thy...
360. lappuse - Alas ! (thought I, and my heart beat loud) How fast she nears and nears ! Are those her sails that glance in the Sun, Like restless gossameres ? Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate ? And is that Woman all her crew ? Is that a Death ? and are there two ? Is Death that woman's mate...
412. lappuse - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness!* Thou foster-child of silence and slow time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady?