Six Centuries of English Poetry: Tennyson to Chaucer : Typical Selections from the Great Poets |
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... published in 1855. The poet introduces it in the following manner : " Here , by this brook , we parted ; I to the East And he to Italy — too late too late : Yet the brook he loved seems , as I re - listen to it , Prattling the primrose ...
... published in 1855. The poet introduces it in the following manner : " Here , by this brook , we parted ; I to the East And he to Italy — too late too late : Yet the brook he loved seems , as I re - listen to it , Prattling the primrose ...
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... published a small volume of " Poems chiefly Lyrical . " A revised edition of this volume , published in 1833 , contained " The Lady of Shalott , ” " The Lotos - Eaters , " and others of his best - known short poems . In 1850 , upon the ...
... published a small volume of " Poems chiefly Lyrical . " A revised edition of this volume , published in 1833 , contained " The Lady of Shalott , ” " The Lotos - Eaters , " and others of his best - known short poems . In 1850 , upon the ...
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... published the following year . 1. Matthew . This old schoolmaster is described elsewhere by Words- worth as being " made up of several , both of his class and men of other occupations . " 2. wilding . A twig from a wild apple tree . 44 ...
... published the following year . 1. Matthew . This old schoolmaster is described elsewhere by Words- worth as being " made up of several , both of his class and men of other occupations . " 2. wilding . A twig from a wild apple tree . 44 ...
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... published ( 1793 ) two little volumes of poetry , entitled Descriptive Sketches and The Evening Walk ; but they showed little promise of the triumphs which were to crown his later life . In 1798 the first volume of the Lyrical Ballads ...
... published ( 1793 ) two little volumes of poetry , entitled Descriptive Sketches and The Evening Walk ; but they showed little promise of the triumphs which were to crown his later life . In 1798 the first volume of the Lyrical Ballads ...
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... published in 1816. The poem is a picture of white innocence , purity , and truth , pursued and persecuted by the powers of evil . Its incompleteness seems to enhance its interest . " Completion could scarcely have failed to lessen its ...
... published in 1816. The poem is a picture of white innocence , purity , and truth , pursued and persecuted by the powers of evil . Its incompleteness seems to enhance its interest . " Completion could scarcely have failed to lessen its ...
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Page 70 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear; If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
Page 41 - 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
Page 85 - Darkling I listen ; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy 1 Still would'st thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Page 51 - THE SOLITARY REAPER. BEHOLD her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass ! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Page 131 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes ; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm ; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hushed in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Page 37 - There was a time when meadow, grove and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore ; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Page 69 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Page 126 - Yet he was kind, or, if severe in aught, The love he bore to learning was in fault.
Page 41 - What was so fugitive ! The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benediction : not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest — Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of childhood...
Page 44 - The Clouds that gather round the setting sun 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 ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.