The Principles and Progress of English PoetryMacmillan, 1904 - 595 páginas |
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Página 254
... LARS Porsena of Clusium By the Nine Gods he swore That the great house of Tarquin Should suffer wrong no more . By the Nine Gods he swore it , And named 254 MACAULAY.
... LARS Porsena of Clusium By the Nine Gods he swore That the great house of Tarquin Should suffer wrong no more . By the Nine Gods he swore it , And named 254 MACAULAY.
Página 257
... Lars Porsena Both morn and evening stand : Evening and morn the Thirty Have turned the verses o'er , Traced from the right on linen white By mighty seers of yore . X And with one voice the Thirty Have their glad answer given : " Go ...
... Lars Porsena Both morn and evening stand : Evening and morn the Thirty Have turned the verses o'er , Traced from the right on linen white By mighty seers of yore . X And with one voice the Thirty Have their glad answer given : " Go ...
Página 260
... Lars Porsena is here . " On the low hills to westward The Consul fixed his eye , And saw the swarthy storm of dust Rise fast along the sky . XXI And nearer fast and nearer Doth the red whirlwind come ; And louder still and still more ...
... Lars Porsena is here . " On the low hills to westward The Consul fixed his eye , And saw the swarthy storm of dust Rise fast along the sky . XXI And nearer fast and nearer Doth the red whirlwind come ; And louder still and still more ...
Página 261
... Lars Porsena of Clusium Sat in his ivory car . By the right wheel rode Mamilius Prince of the Latian name ; And by the left , false Sextus , That wrought the deed of shame . XXV But when the face of Sextus Was seen among the foes , A ...
... Lars Porsena of Clusium Sat in his ivory car . By the right wheel rode Mamilius Prince of the Latian name ; And by the left , false Sextus , That wrought the deed of shame . XXV But when the face of Sextus Was seen among the foes , A ...
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... Lars Porsena , " Now yield thee to our grace . " LVIII Round turned he , as not deigning Those craven ranks to see ; Naught spake he to Lars Porsena , To Sextus naught spake he ; But he saw on Palatinus The white porch of his home ; And ...
... Lars Porsena , " Now yield thee to our grace . " LVIII Round turned he , as not deigning Those craven ranks to see ; Naught spake he to Lars Porsena , To Sextus naught spake he ; But he saw on Palatinus The white porch of his home ; And ...
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Términos y frases comunes
ancient Mariner answer'd arms Arthur ballads beauty bird breath called Camelot Canterbury Tales Chaucer Clusium Comus damsel dead dear death doth dream earth English poetry eyes Faerie Queene fair Fair lord father fear Gareth Gawain grace hand hath hear heard heart heaven Horatius Idylls Keats King King Arthur kitchen-knave knight L'Allegro Lady Lady of Shalott Lars Porsena Lavaine light literary literature live look lord Lycidas lyric metre Milton moon mother nature never noble o'er pass poems poet poetic prose Queen rhyme rhythm rose round shield sing Sir Bedivere Sir Lancelot Sir Launfal smile song sonnets soul sound spake spirit stanza star stood sweet syllable Tennyson thee thine things thou art thought thro trochee verse voice vowel wild wind words Wordsworth youth ΙΟ
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Página 161 - 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.
Página 131 - 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.
Página 233 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Página 147 - Then kneeling down to Heaven's Eternal King, The saint, the father, and the husband prays; Hope 'springs exulting on triumphant wing,' That thus they all shall meet in future days, There ever bask in uncreated rays, No more to sigh or shed the bitter tear, Together hymning their Creator's praise, In such society, yet still more dear, While circling Time moves round in an eternal sphere.
Página 234 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy...
Página 239 - 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 stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Página 163 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her ; '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...
Página 135 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way "With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view, I knew him well, and every truant knew: Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Página 124 - ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD. The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Página 281 - Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...