An Anthology of Pure Poetry: Edited with an IntroductionGeorge Moore Boni and Liveright, 1924 - 174 páginas |
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... fall to thinking : Shakespeare never soiled his songs with thought ; we commit them to memory almost uncon- sciously ; we remember the objective passages of The Ancient Mariner , and no lines of Keats are better known than : Deep in the ...
... fall to thinking : Shakespeare never soiled his songs with thought ; we commit them to memory almost uncon- sciously ; we remember the objective passages of The Ancient Mariner , and no lines of Keats are better known than : Deep in the ...
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... fall to thinking do not seem to have discovered that art for art's sake means pure art , that is to say , a vision almost de- tached from the personality of the poet . So perhaps the time has come for somebody to ask if there is not ...
... fall to thinking do not seem to have discovered that art for art's sake means pure art , that is to say , a vision almost de- tached from the personality of the poet . So perhaps the time has come for somebody to ask if there is not ...
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... falls out the moment for parting has come . I see them in my thoughts going forth into the country ; stopping at the cross - roads they speak : My way is to the left , thine is to the right ; we have hoped and sorrowed together , and in ...
... falls out the moment for parting has come . I see them in my thoughts going forth into the country ; stopping at the cross - roads they speak : My way is to the left , thine is to the right ; we have hoped and sorrowed together , and in ...
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... falling . But circumstance cannot deepen or lighten the colour of a man's mind ; if we bring anything into the world it is the colour of our minds , and what is the colour of our minds but fate ? and what is fate but character ? In ...
... falling . But circumstance cannot deepen or lighten the colour of a man's mind ; if we bring anything into the world it is the colour of our minds , and what is the colour of our minds but fate ? and what is fate but character ? In ...
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... falls Melodious birds sing madrigals . There will I make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies , A cap of flowers , and a kirtle Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle . A gown made of the finest wool , Which from our pretty ...
... falls Melodious birds sing madrigals . There will I make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies , A cap of flowers , and a kirtle Embroider'd all with leaves of myrtle . A gown made of the finest wool , Which from our pretty ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
anthology aweary beautiful Ben Jonson birds blow blue breath bright Camelot cloud Corot Courbet Cuckoo dance dead delight echoes Echoing Green eyes fair fairy father feet flowers FREEMAN Gold wings golden greasy Joan doth green hair HAMADRYAD hang hark Haunted Palace hear heard hill Joan doth keel keel the pot kiss LA MARE Lady of Shalott lark laugh light linnet live Love good-morrow lulla lullaby maiden Manet MARE married ear merrily merry note mind Mocks married MOORE morality morn Muses never night Norton Wood painter painting Percy Bysshe Shelley picture pipe poem poets and poetesses pure poetry RHAICOS river roses Samuel Taylor Coleridge shepherds Sing willow sings the staring sleep song soul Spring sweet tell thee thou thoughts tree trilogy Tu-who Ulalume verses weep William Blake William Shakespeare wind woods yellow
Passagens conhecidas
Página 102 - But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
Página 68 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Página 137 - TO HELEN. Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
Página 77 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright.
Página 61 - When daisies pied, and violets blue. And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue, Do paint the meadows with delight. The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he., Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Página 108 - I hang like a roof, The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-colored bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colors wove, While the moist earth was laughing below.
Página 80 - Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow.
Página 102 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Página 133 - For often thro' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights, And music, went to Camelot ; Or when the moon was overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed ; " I am half sick of shadows,
Página 23 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!