Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyScott, Webster & Geary, 1842 - 490 páginas |
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... knew not grief , but cries express'd his fear ; Each different age and sex reveal'd its pain , In now a louder , now a lower , strain ; While the meek father , listening to their tones , Swell'd the full cadence of the grief by groans ...
... knew not grief , but cries express'd his fear ; Each different age and sex reveal'd its pain , In now a louder , now a lower , strain ; While the meek father , listening to their tones , Swell'd the full cadence of the grief by groans ...
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... ; But what he thought , or did , or wish'd to do , She must not know , or censure if she knew ; At home , abroad , by day , by night , if he On aught determined , so it was to be : How is a man , ” he ask'd , “ CRABBE . 67.
... ; But what he thought , or did , or wish'd to do , She must not know , or censure if she knew ; At home , abroad , by day , by night , if he On aught determined , so it was to be : How is a man , ” he ask'd , “ CRABBE . 67.
Página 68
... knew her duty , and she loved her way , More pleased in truth to govern than obey ; She heard her priest with reverence , and her spouse As one who felt the pressure of her vows : Useful and civil , all her friends confess'd― Give her ...
... knew her duty , and she loved her way , More pleased in truth to govern than obey ; She heard her priest with reverence , and her spouse As one who felt the pressure of her vows : Useful and civil , all her friends confess'd― Give her ...
Página 69
... knew not why ; One whom to govern none could be afraid— Hold up the finger , this meek thing obey'd ; Her happy husband had the easiest task- Say but his will , no question would she ask ; She sought no reasons , no affairs she knew ...
... knew not why ; One whom to govern none could be afraid— Hold up the finger , this meek thing obey'd ; Her happy husband had the easiest task- Say but his will , no question would she ask ; She sought no reasons , no affairs she knew ...
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... knew the plants in mountain , wood , or mead ; He knew the worms that on the foliage feed ; Knew the small tribes that ' scape the careless eye , The plant's disease that breeds the embryo - fly ; And the small creatures , who on bark ...
... knew the plants in mountain , wood , or mead ; He knew the worms that on the foliage feed ; Knew the small tribes that ' scape the careless eye , The plant's disease that breeds the embryo - fly ; And the small creatures , who on bark ...
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Palavras e frases frequentes
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Passagens conhecidas
Página 111 - 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 112 - Nor man nor boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither; Can in a moment travel thither— And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Página 109 - I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the dream...
Página 106 - 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 413 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Página 167 - 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...
Página 111 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Página 168 - Dear Babe, that sleepest cradled by my side, Whose gentle breathings, heard in this deep calm, Fill up the interspersed vacancies And momentary pauses of the thought ! My babe so beautiful ! it thrills my heart With tender gladness, thus to look at thee...
Página 307 - His steps are not upon thy paths, — thy fields Are not a spoil for him, — thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth : — there let him lay.
Página 105 - You run about/ my little maid/ your limbs they are alive ; if two are in the churchyard laid/ then ye are only five." " Their graves are green/ they may be seen/" the little maid replied/ "twelve steps or more from my mother's door/ and they are side by side.