Poet's walk, an introduction to English poetry, chosen by M. MorrisMowbray Walter Morris 1882 |
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... honour claimed Azazel as his right , a Cherub tall : Who forthwith from the glittering staff unfurled The imperial ensign ; which , full high advanced , Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind , With gems and golden lustre rich ...
... honour claimed Azazel as his right , a Cherub tall : Who forthwith from the glittering staff unfurled The imperial ensign ; which , full high advanced , Shone like a meteor streaming to the wind , With gems and golden lustre rich ...
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... honour and for right , Gainst tortuous power and lawless regiment , In the behalf of wrongèd weak did fight : More in his cause's truth he trusted than in might . Like to the Thracian tyrant , who they say Unto his horses gave his ...
... honour and for right , Gainst tortuous power and lawless regiment , In the behalf of wrongèd weak did fight : More in his cause's truth he trusted than in might . Like to the Thracian tyrant , who they say Unto his horses gave his ...
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... honour , and have respect to mine honour , that you may believe : censure me in your wisdom , and awake your senses , that you may the better judge . If there be any in this assembly , any dear friend of Cæsar's , to him I say , that ...
... honour , and have respect to mine honour , that you may believe : censure me in your wisdom , and awake your senses , that you may the better judge . If there be any in this assembly , any dear friend of Cæsar's , to him I say , that ...
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... honour him ; but , as he was ambitious , I slew him . There is tears for his love ; joy for his fortune ; honour for his valour ; and death for his ambition . Who is here so base that would be a bondman ? If any , speak ; for him have I ...
... honour him ; but , as he was ambitious , I slew him . There is tears for his love ; joy for his fortune ; honour for his valour ; and death for his ambition . Who is here so base that would be a bondman ? If any , speak ; for him have I ...
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... honour due , Mirth , admit me of thy crew , To live with her , and live with thee , In unreprovèd pleasures free ; To hear the lark begin his flight , And singing startle the dull night , From his watch - tower in the skies , Till the ...
... honour due , Mirth , admit me of thy crew , To live with her , and live with thee , In unreprovèd pleasures free ; To hear the lark begin his flight , And singing startle the dull night , From his watch - tower in the skies , Till the ...
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Page 158 - Th' applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes...
Page 175 - 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.
Page 156 - Hare that from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such as, wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign. Beneath those nigged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap, Each in his narrow cell for ever laid, The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep.
Page 76 - A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw...
Page 217 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Page 110 - A man he was to all the country dear, And passing rich with forty pounds a year; Remote from towns he ran his godly race, Nor e'er had changed, nor wished to change, his place...
Page 41 - Here, under leave of Brutus and the rest For Brutus is an honourable man; So are they all, all honourable men Come I to speak in Caesar's funeral. He was my friend, faithful and just to me; But Brutus says he was ambitious, And Brutus is an honourable man.
Page 192 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms, — the day Battle's...
Page 198 - And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide, But through it there roll'd not the breath of his pride : And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf, And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf. And there lay the rider distorted and pale, With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail ; And the tents were all silent, the banners alone, The lances unlifted, the trumpet unblown. And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail, And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal ; And the...
Page 310 - Oh, to be in England Now that April's there, And whoever wakes in England Sees, some morning, unaware, That the lowest boughs and the brush-wood sheaf Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf, While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough In England — now! And after April, when May follows, And the whitethroat builds, and all the swallows ! Hark, where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops — at the bent spray's edge — That's...