Standard English Poems: Spenser to TennysonH. Holt, 1899 - 749 pages |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 99
Page 25
... sound . X. Led with delight , they thus beguile the way , Untill the blustring storme is overblowne ; 115 119 When , weening to returne whence they did stray , They cannot finde that path , which first was showne But wander too and fro ...
... sound . X. Led with delight , they thus beguile the way , Untill the blustring storme is overblowne ; 115 119 When , weening to returne whence they did stray , They cannot finde that path , which first was showne But wander too and fro ...
Page 31
... sound he slept , that nought mought him awake . Then rudely he him thrust , and pusht with paine , Whereat he gan to stretch : but he againe Shooke him so hard , that forced him to speake . As one then in a dreame , whose dryer braine ...
... sound he slept , that nought mought him awake . Then rudely he him thrust , and pusht with paine , Whereat he gan to stretch : but he againe Shooke him so hard , that forced him to speake . As one then in a dreame , whose dryer braine ...
Page 37
... sound , 285 And Nereus crownes with cups ; his mates him pledg around . XXXII . Such ioy made Una , when her Knight she found ; And eke th ' Enchanter ioyous seemde no lesse 290 Then the glad marchant , that does vew from ground His ...
... sound , 285 And Nereus crownes with cups ; his mates him pledg around . XXXII . Such ioy made Una , when her Knight she found ; And eke th ' Enchanter ioyous seemde no lesse 290 Then the glad marchant , that does vew from ground His ...
Page 64
... sound , Whilst we greet All this ground With his honour and his name 10 That defends our flocks from blame . 15 He is great , and he is just , He is ever good , and must Thus be honoured . Daffodillies , Roses , pinks , and loved lilies ...
... sound , Whilst we greet All this ground With his honour and his name 10 That defends our flocks from blame . 15 He is great , and he is just , He is ever good , and must Thus be honoured . Daffodillies , Roses , pinks , and loved lilies ...
Page 68
... sounds at best , but echoes right ; Or blind affection , which doth ne'er advance 10 The truth , but gropes , and urgeth all by chance ; Or crafty malice might pretend this praise , And think to ruin where it seemed to raise . 15 But ...
... sounds at best , but echoes right ; Or blind affection , which doth ne'er advance 10 The truth , but gropes , and urgeth all by chance ; Or crafty malice might pretend this praise , And think to ruin where it seemed to raise . 15 But ...
Contents
77 | |
79 | |
83 | |
88 | |
90 | |
94 | |
96 | |
101 | |
107 | |
113 | |
119 | |
125 | |
131 | |
137 | |
143 | |
153 | |
159 | |
184 | |
195 | |
206 | |
213 | |
214 | |
222 | |
240 | |
257 | |
264 | |
270 | |
279 | |
289 | |
298 | |
403 | |
409 | |
416 | |
437 | |
455 | |
461 | |
466 | |
472 | |
481 | |
493 | |
506 | |
512 | |
518 | |
521 | |
529 | |
538 | |
544 | |
550 | |
558 | |
564 | |
570 | |
572 | |
579 | |
598 | |
663 | |
707 | |
721 | |
733 | |
743 | |
748 | |
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
Allan-a-Dale Archimago ballad beauty Ben Jonson beneath Binnorie bird breast breath bright CANTO charm child clouds dead dear death delight doth dream earth English poetry Eton College eyes Faerie Queene fair fame fate fear flowers glory grace Grasmere grief hair hand happy hast hath head hear heart heaven Keats King King Arthur light live look Lord Lycidas Michael Drayton Milton mind morn mourn mourns for Adonais Muse ne'er never night numbers nymph o'er passion pleasure poem poet poetic poetry praise pride Queen rose round SABRINA FAIR says shade Shakespeare shining sigh sing Sir Bedivere sleep smile soft song SONNET soul sound spirit stanza stars sweet sylphs tears Thalestris thee thine things thou art thought thro toil twas verse voice weep wild wind wings Wordsworth youth
Popular passages
Page 321 - Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Page 320 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power. Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou...
Page 289 - ... 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.
Page 327 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion ; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Page 76 - That time of year thou mayst in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire, That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed, whereon it must expire, Consumed with that...
Page 549 - Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin, With tremulous cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in.
Page 122 - Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights, and live laborious days : But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears And slits the thin-spun life. But not the praise...
Page 311 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make ; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee ; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel - I feel it all.
Page 494 - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Page 310 - 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.