Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyScott, Webster & Geary, 1862 - 490 páginas |
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... bright exceptions , presents a singularly faded and exhausted appearance during the greater part of the eighteenth century . Poetry , indeed , had almost dwindled into a mere mechanical process of versifi- cation . If the lines were of ...
... bright exceptions , presents a singularly faded and exhausted appearance during the greater part of the eighteenth century . Poetry , indeed , had almost dwindled into a mere mechanical process of versifi- cation . If the lines were of ...
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... bright sunshine , and undulates in the light breeze , like a gently stirred plume ; but the eye of Crabbe traces it to the miserable , mud - built cottage , while his heart revels by anticipation in the squalor with which it is tenanted ...
... bright sunshine , and undulates in the light breeze , like a gently stirred plume ; but the eye of Crabbe traces it to the miserable , mud - built cottage , while his heart revels by anticipation in the squalor with which it is tenanted ...
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... bright , but sad and solitary , lustre . Sometimes , also , in our own country , a talented woman had dared to step into the ranks of authorship , during the paroxysm of some literary excitement ; but she was regarded as a marvel , or ...
... bright , but sad and solitary , lustre . Sometimes , also , in our own country , a talented woman had dared to step into the ranks of authorship , during the paroxysm of some literary excitement ; but she was regarded as a marvel , or ...
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... bright than dauntless day's imperial star , A godlike form advances . " F. You suppose These lines , perhaps , too turgid ; what of those ? " THE MIGHTY MOTHER- P. Now ' tis plain you sneer , For Weston's self could find no semblance ...
... bright than dauntless day's imperial star , A godlike form advances . " F. You suppose These lines , perhaps , too turgid ; what of those ? " THE MIGHTY MOTHER- P. Now ' tis plain you sneer , For Weston's self could find no semblance ...
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... , in rosy bower , What art thou in this witching hour ? O noon of day , in sunshine bright , What art thou to the fall of night ? THIS talented and heavenly - minded advocate of pure religion JOANNA BAILLIE . 47 Welcome Bat and Owlet Grey.
... , in rosy bower , What art thou in this witching hour ? O noon of day , in sunshine bright , What art thou to the fall of night ? THIS talented and heavenly - minded advocate of pure religion JOANNA BAILLIE . 47 Welcome Bat and Owlet Grey.
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art thou beauty behold beneath blood born bosom bower breast breath bright brow CATILINE charms cheek child clouds cold CORBOULD Corn Law dark death deep delight dread dream earth fair fear feel flowers gaze gentle glory grave green hame hand harp hath hear heard heart heaven holy hope hour Isle of Palms JAMES SHERIDAN KNOWLES king labours lady land light lips living lone look look'd Lord Lord Byron lyre maid Martyr of Antioch Melfi mind morning mountain never night numbers o'er pale pass'd poem poet poetical poetry pride rose round Samian wine seem'd sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood storm stream sweet tears tempest thee thine thou thought tree turn'd Twas United Secession Church vex'd voice waves weep wild wind wings young youth
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Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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!
Página 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?
Página 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.
Página 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
Página 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.
Página 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,
Página 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?
Página 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...