An Anthology of Pure Poetry: Edited with an IntroductionGeorge Moore Boni and Liveright, 1924 - 174 páginas |
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... once a week , but my longing for Kirke White could not brook so long a delay ; a special messenger was engaged by me to walk sixteen miles for the book ; he started early- a shilling was the fare - and at five o'clock I was awaiting his ...
... once a week , but my longing for Kirke White could not brook so long a delay ; a special messenger was engaged by me to walk sixteen miles for the book ; he started early- a shilling was the fare - and at five o'clock I was awaiting his ...
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... once more discern a soul in nature . Having , I said to myself , discerned a soul in a primrose by a river's brim , it would seem to him parsimonious to limit the habitation of the soul to a woodland flower , and he ' would soon begin ...
... once more discern a soul in nature . Having , I said to myself , discerned a soul in a primrose by a river's brim , it would seem to him parsimonious to limit the habitation of the soul to a woodland flower , and he ' would soon begin ...
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... once inspired will not . Why are you smiling , Freeman ? You think that when maidens become chaste we shall again consider Tennyson a great poet ? FREEMAN . My thoughts had wandered to Car- lyle's description of Coleridge snuffling ...
... once inspired will not . Why are you smiling , Freeman ? You think that when maidens become chaste we shall again consider Tennyson a great poet ? FREEMAN . My thoughts had wandered to Car- lyle's description of Coleridge snuffling ...
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... Of spring's unclouded weather , In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard seat ! And birds and flowers once more to greet , My last year's friends together . One have I marked , the happiest guest In all [ 30 ]
... Of spring's unclouded weather , In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard seat ! And birds and flowers once more to greet , My last year's friends together . One have I marked , the happiest guest In all [ 30 ]
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... Once a fair and stately palace- Radiant palace - reared its head . MOORE . Yes . DE LA MARE . And you , Freeman ? FREEMAN . Yes . DE LA MARE . The Haunted Palace goes in . Among the late poems The Bells- FREEMAN . A trick ! A trick ! DE ...
... Once a fair and stately palace- Radiant palace - reared its head . MOORE . Yes . DE LA MARE . And you , Freeman ? FREEMAN . Yes . DE LA MARE . The Haunted Palace goes in . Among the late poems The Bells- FREEMAN . A trick ! A trick ! DE ...
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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!