Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyScott, Webster & Geary, 1862 - Всего страниц: 490 |
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... felt , that external nature was something more than mere form and colour - something more than the mere platform upon which actors were to be intro- duced , to recite a speech or enact a tale . The warm and living soul that stirred ...
... felt , that external nature was something more than mere form and colour - something more than the mere platform upon which actors were to be intro- duced , to recite a speech or enact a tale . The warm and living soul that stirred ...
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... felt , that he had indeed become the " Last Minstrel , " and that the age of chivalry was gone for ever . But although society was convinced of the delusion under which it had laboured , it was not yet ripe for the abandonment if its ...
... felt , that he had indeed become the " Last Minstrel , " and that the age of chivalry was gone for ever . But although society was convinced of the delusion under which it had laboured , it was not yet ripe for the abandonment if its ...
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... felt a strong interest in their author ; and on examining into the nature of the youth's attainments , he was surprised to find so much perseverance in the acquirement of Latin and mathematics , combined with such utter ignorance of ...
... felt a strong interest in their author ; and on examining into the nature of the youth's attainments , he was surprised to find so much perseverance in the acquirement of Latin and mathematics , combined with such utter ignorance of ...
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... felt a strong interest in their author ; and on examining into the nature of the youth's attainments , he was surprised to find so much perseverance in the acquirement of Latin and mathematics , combined with such utter ignorance of ...
... felt a strong interest in their author ; and on examining into the nature of the youth's attainments , he was surprised to find so much perseverance in the acquirement of Latin and mathematics , combined with such utter ignorance of ...
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... felt a sudden tightness grasp my throat As it would strangle me ; such as I felt , I knew it well , some twenty years ago , When my good father shed his blessing on me . I hate to weep , and so I came away . From Count Basil , a Tragedy ...
... felt a sudden tightness grasp my throat As it would strangle me ; such as I felt , I knew it well , some twenty years ago , When my good father shed his blessing on me . I hate to weep , and so I came away . From Count Basil , a Tragedy ...
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Стр. 109 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Стр. 403 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue...
Стр. 110 - We in thought will join your throng. Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May!
Стр. 165 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Стр. 110 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing ; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence : truths that wake To perish never ; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man, nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather.
Стр. 299 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts — not so thou Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves
Стр. 236 - YE Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze — Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow, — While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Стр. 104 - My brother John and I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.' ' How many are you, then,' said I, * If they two are in heaven ?' Quick was the little Maid's reply,
Стр. 103 - Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be?" "How many? seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they, I pray you tell?
Стр. 163 - That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright, And that he knew it was a fiend...