Afternoons with the PoetsHarper & brothers, 1879 - Всего страниц: 320 |
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... Soul - animating strains - alas , too few ! ' " " After hearing " I give it up , professor ! " I exclaimed . Wordsworth call the sonnet a Thing , with a mystery - inspir- ing capital letter , too ; especially while yet under the overpow ...
... Soul - animating strains - alas , too few ! ' " " After hearing " I give it up , professor ! " I exclaimed . Wordsworth call the sonnet a Thing , with a mystery - inspir- ing capital letter , too ; especially while yet under the overpow ...
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Charles Dunham Deshler. All this , dear Lord , were welcome to my soul . For on his brow then every one shall bear Inscribed , what late was hidden in the heart ; And round my forehead wreath'd a lettered scroll Shall in this tenor my ...
Charles Dunham Deshler. All this , dear Lord , were welcome to my soul . For on his brow then every one shall bear Inscribed , what late was hidden in the heart ; And round my forehead wreath'd a lettered scroll Shall in this tenor my ...
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... soul is radiant with light and brightness . Then comes the ' Epithalamion , ' fitting complement to the sonnets , breathing an ecstasy of gladness and bursting into an exultant strain of joy and triumph upon the happy termination of his ...
... soul is radiant with light and brightness . Then comes the ' Epithalamion , ' fitting complement to the sonnets , breathing an ecstasy of gladness and bursting into an exultant strain of joy and triumph upon the happy termination of his ...
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... , the sonnets are always the same , with a variety of expression continuous , if you regard the lover's soul - distinct , if you listen to him as he heaves them , sigh af- t . ter sigh . These sonnets , like the Venus and.
... , the sonnets are always the same , with a variety of expression continuous , if you regard the lover's soul - distinct , if you listen to him as he heaves them , sigh af- t . ter sigh . These sonnets , like the Venus and.
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... soul , ' ' lean penury , ' ' old December's bareness , ' ' proud - pied April , ' ' herald to the gaudy Spring , ' ' the lovely April of her prime , ' ' the Spring and foison of the year , ' ' tanned Antiquity , ' ' captain jewel in the ...
... soul , ' ' lean penury , ' ' old December's bareness , ' ' proud - pied April , ' ' herald to the gaudy Spring , ' ' the lovely April of her prime , ' ' the Spring and foison of the year , ' ' tanned Antiquity , ' ' captain jewel in the ...
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Стр. 162 - Hast reared God's trophies, and his work pursued ; While Darwen stream, with blood of Scots imbrued, And Dunbar field, resounds thy praises loud, And Worcester's laureate wreath...
Стр. 72 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth "s unknown, although his height be taken.
Стр. 73 - Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world, dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Suppos'd as forfeit to a confin'd doom.
Стр. 172 - In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire : The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas ! for other notes repine ; A different object do these eyes require ; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine ; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire...
Стр. 106 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Стр. 163 - O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
Стр. 70 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's •waste...
Стр. 164 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Стр. 227 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. // Near them, on the sand, / Half sunk, / a shattered visage lies, / whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, / Tell that its sculptor / well those passions read / Which yet survive, / stamped on these lifeless things, / The hand that mocked them, / and the heart that fed: // And on the pedestal / these words appear: // "My...
Стр. 310 - Mysterious Night ! when our first Parent knew Thee from report divine, and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue ? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus with the host of heaven came; And lo, Creation widened in man's view.