The Seer: Or, Common-places Refreshed, Том 2Roberts, 1864 |
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... POETS UPON IT 74 THE PIANO - FORTE 86 WHY SWEET MUSIC PRODUCES SADNESS 102 DANCING AND DANCERS 105 • TWELFTH NIGHT . - A STREET PORTRAIT . — SHAKESPEARE'S PLAY . RECOLLECTIONS OF A TWELFTH NIGHT 115 RULES IN MAKING PRESENTS 127 ROMANCE ...
... POETS UPON IT 74 THE PIANO - FORTE 86 WHY SWEET MUSIC PRODUCES SADNESS 102 DANCING AND DANCERS 105 • TWELFTH NIGHT . - A STREET PORTRAIT . — SHAKESPEARE'S PLAY . RECOLLECTIONS OF A TWELFTH NIGHT 115 RULES IN MAKING PRESENTS 127 ROMANCE ...
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... POETS ' HOUSES A JOURNEY BY COACH ( A FRAGMENT ) A JOURNEY BY COACH ( continued ) . A JOURNEY BY COACH ( continued ) . A JOURNEY BY COACH ( concluded ) . INEXHAUSTIBILITY OF THE SUBJECT OF CHRISTMAS PAGE 224 232 243 249 255 262 275 284 ...
... POETS ' HOUSES A JOURNEY BY COACH ( A FRAGMENT ) A JOURNEY BY COACH ( continued ) . A JOURNEY BY COACH ( continued ) . A JOURNEY BY COACH ( concluded ) . INEXHAUSTIBILITY OF THE SUBJECT OF CHRISTMAS PAGE 224 232 243 249 255 262 275 284 ...
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... poet beautifully calls it . * Furthermore ( in order to get rid at once of all that may be objected to poor Pussy , as boys at school get down their bad dumpling as fast as possible , before the meat comes ) , we own we have an ...
... poet beautifully calls it . * Furthermore ( in order to get rid at once of all that may be objected to poor Pussy , as boys at school get down their bad dumpling as fast as possible , before the meat comes ) , we own we have an ...
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... poet has now taken up the creed in good poetic earnest ; and , if the superstition should go out in every other respect , in his rich and loving pages it will live for ever . THE EVE OF ST . AGNES . ST . AGNES ' EVE . BY JOHN KEATS . I ...
... poet has now taken up the creed in good poetic earnest ; and , if the superstition should go out in every other respect , in his rich and loving pages it will live for ever . THE EVE OF ST . AGNES . ST . AGNES ' EVE . BY JOHN KEATS . I ...
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... poet as well as another . Perhaps there are few that have not felt something like it , in seeing the figures upon tombs . Here , however , for the first time , we believe , in English poetry , is it expressed , and with what feeling and ...
... poet as well as another . Perhaps there are few that have not felt something like it , in seeing the figures upon tombs . Here , however , for the first time , we believe , in English poetry , is it expressed , and with what feeling and ...
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Сторінка 56 - Sudden a thought came like a full-blown rose, Flushing his brow, and in his pained heart Made purple riot: then doth he propose A stratagem that makes the beldame start: "A cruel man and impious thou art...
Сторінка 97 - HOW oft, when thou, my music, music play'st, Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway'st The wiry concord that mine ear confounds, Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap To kiss the tender inward of thy hand, Whilst my poor lips, which should that harvest reap, At the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand!
Сторінка 60 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Сторінка 58 - But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled, in her dell.
Сторінка 53 - Fix'd on the floor, saw many a sweeping train Pass by — she heeded not at all: in vain Came many a tiptoe, amorous cavalier, And back retir'd; not cool'd by high disdain, But she saw not: her heart was otherwhere: She sigh'd for Agnes' dreams, the sweetest of the year.
Сторінка 63 - These delicates he heaped with glowing hand On golden dishes and in baskets bright Of wreathed silver : sumptuous they stand In the retired quiet of the night, Filling the chilly room with perfume light. — ' And now, my love, my seraph fair, awake ! Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite : Open thine eyes, for meek St. Agnes' sake, Or I shall drowse beside thec, so my soul doth ache.
Сторінка 48 - Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold; Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith.
Сторінка 77 - The village-clock tolled six— I wheeled about, Proud and exulting like an untired horse That cares not for his home. — All shod with steel We hissed along the polished ice, in games Confederate...
Сторінка 54 - Ah, happy chance! the aged creature came, Shuffling along with ivory-headed wand, To where he stood, hid from the torch's flame, Behind a broad hall-pillar, far beyond The sound of merriment and chorus bland...
Сторінка 52 - The silver, snarling trumpets 'gan to chide : The level chambers, ready with their pride, Were glowing to receive a thousand guests : The carved angels, ever eager-eyed, Stared, where upon their heads the cornice rests, With hair blown back, and wings put cross-wise on their breasts.