Poets of England and America; being selections from the best authors of both countries1860 - 472 páginas |
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... true to our higher instincts , ( perhaps more so ) than the shows which sur- round us . The Shield of Achilles , in Homer ( Iliad , B. 18 ) , faintly shadows * Poems , page 261 , ed . 1851 . out the universality of Poetry ; - " in it ...
... true to our higher instincts , ( perhaps more so ) than the shows which sur- round us . The Shield of Achilles , in Homer ( Iliad , B. 18 ) , faintly shadows * Poems , page 261 , ed . 1851 . out the universality of Poetry ; - " in it ...
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... true a claim he estab- lishes as a creator of beauty and delight . To use his own words , he makes 66 a sunshine in the shady place , " and a better refuge cannot be chosen from the storms and anxieties of life , than the scenes to ...
... true a claim he estab- lishes as a creator of beauty and delight . To use his own words , he makes 66 a sunshine in the shady place , " and a better refuge cannot be chosen from the storms and anxieties of life , than the scenes to ...
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... true his relish was for the beauties of nature ; while , at the same time , he possessed a reflective turn of mind which should have preserved him from his errors . Let us , however , attribute these ( as we fairly may ) to the greater ...
... true his relish was for the beauties of nature ; while , at the same time , he possessed a reflective turn of mind which should have preserved him from his errors . Let us , however , attribute these ( as we fairly may ) to the greater ...
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... true Poet . " He goes on to say , that it was late in the 18th century before they attained their just measure of esteem and popularity . Yet perhaps no poems are read with greater delight , or sink more deeply into the memory ...
... true Poet . " He goes on to say , that it was late in the 18th century before they attained their just measure of esteem and popularity . Yet perhaps no poems are read with greater delight , or sink more deeply into the memory ...
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... true to nature as it is exquisitely expressed , the reader will be glad to see it here : " Then lead , dear votress , where some sheety lake Cheers the lone heath , or some time - hallowed pile , Or upland fallows gray Reflect the last ...
... true to nature as it is exquisitely expressed , the reader will be glad to see it here : " Then lead , dear votress , where some sheety lake Cheers the lone heath , or some time - hallowed pile , Or upland fallows gray Reflect the last ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
ALLAN CUNNINGHAM BARRY CORNWALL BEAUMONT AND FLETCHER beauty bells BEN JONSON beneath birds bloom blossoms breast breath bright brow CHARLES LAMB charm Cloudland clouds dark dead dear deep delight dost doth dream earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING eyes face fair fancy flowers gaze gentle golden grace green Grongar Hill grove hallowed ground hame hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven hill hour kiss lady leaves LEIGH HUNT light live lonely look lover Lycidas Mary moon morn mountain mournful murmur Muse ne'er never Nevermore night numbers o'er pleasure Poems poet praise Preston Mill pride rill rose round shade shine sigh sight silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spring stars stream sweet tears thee thine THOMAS HOOD thou art thought trees Twa Sisters unto vale voice weary weep wild wind wings woods Yarrow young youth
Passagens conhecidas
Página 372 - One morn I missed him on the customed hill, Along the heath and near his favourite tree ; Another came ; nor yet beside the rill, Nor up the lawn, nor at the wood was he ; The next with dirges due in sad array Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne. Approach and read (for thou canst read) the lay, Graved on the stone beneath yon aged thorn.
Página 62 - MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire ; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing. Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
Página 371 - E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Página 458 - HEAR the sledges with the bells— Silver bells ! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night ! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Página 17 - Nay, not so," Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, But cheerly still ; and said, " I pray thee, then, Write me as one that loves his fellow-men." The angel wrote, and vanished. The next night It came again with a great wakening light, And showed the names whom love of God had blessed, — And lo ! Ben Adhem's name led all the rest ! LEIGH HUNT.
Página 198 - Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken! Leave my loneliness unbroken ! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door ! " Quoth the Raven, "Nevermore." And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door; And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming, And the lamp-light o'er...
Página 197 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining, with the lamp-light gloating o'er, She shall press, ah, nevermore! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch!
Página 146 - As some tall cliff that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale, and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Página 198 - Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting "Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore ! Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken ! Leave my loneliness unbroken! quit the bust above my door! Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!
Página 241 - And bring all heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.