Essays and poems, selected from the literary remains of F. HindeG. G. Walmsley, 1864 - 124 páginas |
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... St Agnes , " Keats offers to his readers a most admirable tableau . The heroine , Madeline , has consented to elope with Porphyro , her affianced lover , and haste with him where far o'er the southern moor a new home awaits her . The ...
... St Agnes , " Keats offers to his readers a most admirable tableau . The heroine , Madeline , has consented to elope with Porphyro , her affianced lover , and haste with him where far o'er the southern moor a new home awaits her . The ...
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... St Agnes , " which we shall presently approach , ( in my opinion , the very diadem of Keats's works , ) the Spenserian influence is strongly predominant ; augmented , no doubt , by the study of the Italian poets , to which , for a time ...
... St Agnes , " which we shall presently approach , ( in my opinion , the very diadem of Keats's works , ) the Spenserian influence is strongly predominant ; augmented , no doubt , by the study of the Italian poets , to which , for a time ...
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... St Agnes ” -a poem which I have previously designated the very diadem of Keats's works — it is , of anything , almost too luscious . The vigorous lines of Churchill have meet application here— " So nice the master's touch , so great his ...
... St Agnes ” -a poem which I have previously designated the very diadem of Keats's works — it is , of anything , almost too luscious . The vigorous lines of Churchill have meet application here— " So nice the master's touch , so great his ...
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... St Agnes , whose particular eve it was , would award her permission to dream of be- holding her affianced lover , and wake , perhaps , to find her blissful vision realised . He , Porphyro , has hastened across to her father the baron's ...
... St Agnes , whose particular eve it was , would award her permission to dream of be- holding her affianced lover , and wake , perhaps , to find her blissful vision realised . He , Porphyro , has hastened across to her father the baron's ...
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... St Agnes in her bed , But dares not look behind , or all the charm is fled . " Soon , trembling in her soft and chilly nest , In sort of wakeful swoon perplex'd she lay , Until the poppied warmth of sleep oppress'd Her soothed limbs ...
... St Agnes in her bed , But dares not look behind , or all the charm is fled . " Soon , trembling in her soft and chilly nest , In sort of wakeful swoon perplex'd she lay , Until the poppied warmth of sleep oppress'd Her soothed limbs ...
Palavras e frases frequentes
Æneid Æschylus Amid angels bards basil beadsman beauteous beauty Belshazzar breath bright brilliant calm charm cold dark dead Death deep divine doth dread earth Elizabeth Barrett Browning eyes fair feel flowers friends genius Gilbert G glittering gloom glory glowing gold gorgeous grace hair hall hand harp hath heart heaven Herbert Knowles Homer human imagination immortal Juvenal Keats Keats's kings lady Lamia light lonius Lord Byron Lord George Bentinck lover Lycius Madeline melancholy melodious midnight mind monarch morning mortal neath never night noble o'er passion Pindar pleasures poem poet poetic poetry politic minister Porphyro praise proud reign rich rolling clouds rose round satraps scarcely seem'd seen immortal shadows shine silence sleep solemn song sorrow soul sound spirit splendid splendour St Agnes stanza stars sublime sweet tears thee thou tion trembling turn'd verse voice wail wassail wave wild wind wine
Passagens conhecidas
Página 3 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light, and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood? Alas! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
Página 35 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an Eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist; A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Página 4 - And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side. In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the...
Página 36 - Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care. And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Página 77 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Página 29 - Oh, how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven, Oh, how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! X.
Página 59 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Página 74 - ST. AGNES' EVE— Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold...
Página 18 - She hurried at his words, beset with fears, For there were sleeping dragons all around, At glaring watch, perhaps, with ready spears — Down the wide stairs a darkling way they found.
Página 3 - But on the hill the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone, from upland, glade, and glen. And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky...