Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine, Том 36W. Blackwood & Sons, 1834 |
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... poet's eyes . He had to take Us in front , but we could well bear foreshortening ; and it has been generally thought that our face is finest in full view with- out shadow , and so would have felt even Rembrandt . Some children had ...
... poet's eyes . He had to take Us in front , but we could well bear foreshortening ; and it has been generally thought that our face is finest in full view with- out shadow , and so would have felt even Rembrandt . Some children had ...
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... Poet ( but are we a poet ? ) - could not have created so still a spot out of the soft leaves of sleep . The foliage looked as if it had never known but the vernal breath of Dream - land . Yet what were they but simple hazels- the ...
... Poet ( but are we a poet ? ) - could not have created so still a spot out of the soft leaves of sleep . The foliage looked as if it had never known but the vernal breath of Dream - land . Yet what were they but simple hazels- the ...
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... poet he describes its effect on that hapless ladye . Aristotle saw into the life of things when he declared poetry ... poets , philoso- phers , and Christians , to have known that we were under the power of the Bear - Ursa Major being ...
... poet he describes its effect on that hapless ladye . Aristotle saw into the life of things when he declared poetry ... poets , philoso- phers , and Christians , to have known that we were under the power of the Bear - Ursa Major being ...
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... poet's maxim , that Remorse is as the mind in which it grows : If that be gentle , & c . For the remorse of Caracalla put on no shape of repentance . On the con- trary , he carried anger and oppres- sion wherever he moved ; and pro ...
... poet's maxim , that Remorse is as the mind in which it grows : If that be gentle , & c . For the remorse of Caracalla put on no shape of repentance . On the con- trary , he carried anger and oppres- sion wherever he moved ; and pro ...
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... poet , " How sweet and solemn is this midnight scene ! At such an hour as this , in such a spot , If ancestry can be in ought believed , Descending spirits have conversed with man , And told the secrets of the world un . known ! " My ...
... poet , " How sweet and solemn is this midnight scene ! At such an hour as this , in such a spot , If ancestry can be in ought believed , Descending spirits have conversed with man , And told the secrets of the world un . known ! " My ...
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Сторінка 566 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Сторінка 548 - Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above, Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! 0 dread and silent mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer, I worshipped the Invisible alone.
Сторінка 549 - Thou too, hoar Mount! with thy sky-pointing peaks, Oft from whose feet the avalanche, unheard, Shoots downward, glittering through the pure serene Into the depth of clouds, that veil thy breast— Thou too again, stupendous Mountain!
Сторінка 561 - Beneath the lamp the lady bowed, And slowly rolled her eyes around; Then drawing in her breath aloud, Like one that shuddered, she unbound The cincture from beneath her breast: Her silken robe, and inner vest, Dropt to her feet, and full in view, Behold! her bosom and half her side A sight to dream of, not to tell!
Сторінка 566 - And all together pray. While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends. And youths and maidens gay...
Сторінка 548 - Ye ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
Сторінка 563 - By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me? 'The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set: May'st hear the merry din.
Сторінка 563 - The wedding-guest he beat his breast, Yet he cannot choose but hear ! And thus spake on that ancient man, The bright-eyed Mariner.
Сторінка 541 - O pure of heart ! thou need'st not ask of me What this strong music in the soul may be ! What, and wherein it doth exist, This light, this glory, this fair luminous mist, This beautiful and beauty-making power.
Сторінка 565 - And every tongue, through utter drought, Was withered at the root; "We could not speak, no more than if We had been choked with soot. "Ah! well-a-day! what evil looks Had I from old and young! Instead of the cross, the Albatross About my neck was hung.