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From Milton to Tennyson: Masterpieces of English Poetry
Louis Du Pont Syle
Visualizzazione completa - 1896
Admetos Alkestis ancient Arthur Arthur Hugh Clough beautiful beneath breath Burns Byron charms cloud Clusium Coleridge Compare criticism dark dead dear death deep doth dream Dryden earth English Epistle Essay Etruscan Euripides ev'ry Excalibur eyes fair flowers grace Greece Greek hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven Herakles hill Horatius John Milton Keats King King Arthur L'Allegro land Laodamia Lars Porsena light live look Lord Lycidas lyric Matthew Arnold mighty Milton mind moon morn mountain Muse Myths never night noble o'er pain poem poet poetic poetry Pope Pope's Roman Rome rose round Samian wine shade Shakespeare Shelley shore silent sing Sir Bedivere smile song Sonnet soul sound spirit stanza sweet tale tears Tennyson thee thine things thou art thought thro toil Venice verse voice waves wild wind word Wordsworth youth
Pagina 194 - Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until the breath of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul; While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Pagina 182 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Pagina 188 - I met a traveller from an antique land Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed: And on the pedestal these words appear: 'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Pagina 155 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Pagina 208 - Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys and fears...
Pagina 149 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Pagina 196 - tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy ; for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Pagina 73 - Muse, The place of fame and elegy supply : And many a holy text around she strews That teach the rustic moralist to die. For who, to dumb forgetfulness a prey, This pleasing anxious being e'er...
Pagina 74 - 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.