Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyScott, Webster & Geary, 1842 - 490 стор. |
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... arm himself with a martyr's endurance , and continue his thankless labours , that the world might under- stand , and be convinced . This he did ; and the opposition , at first so loud and high , gradually began to diminish . While all ...
... arm himself with a martyr's endurance , and continue his thankless labours , that the world might under- stand , and be convinced . This he did ; and the opposition , at first so loud and high , gradually began to diminish . While all ...
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... arms , their dress , even their features , were so vi- vidly and minutely described , that they were living men of flesh and blood : we heard their measured tread , and the rust- ling of their robes , as they paced the hall ; and we saw ...
... arms , their dress , even their features , were so vi- vidly and minutely described , that they were living men of flesh and blood : we heard their measured tread , and the rust- ling of their robes , as they paced the hall ; and we saw ...
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... hang trembling on a hair : Canst quake with horror , when Emelia's charms Against a brother point a brother's arms ; And trace the fortune of the varying fray , While D 2 GIFFORD . 37 On the frivolous Themes of Poetasters.
... hang trembling on a hair : Canst quake with horror , when Emelia's charms Against a brother point a brother's arms ; And trace the fortune of the varying fray , While D 2 GIFFORD . 37 On the frivolous Themes of Poetasters.
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... arm he toss'd , and , heedless of respect , In Basil's bosom hid his aged face , Sobbing aloud . From the admiring ranks A cry arose ; still louder shouts resound . I felt a sudden tightness grasp my throat As it would strangle me ...
... arm he toss'd , and , heedless of respect , In Basil's bosom hid his aged face , Sobbing aloud . From the admiring ranks A cry arose ; still louder shouts resound . I felt a sudden tightness grasp my throat As it would strangle me ...
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... arms . Wild frenzy fires his frantic hand , Distracted at the sight , He flies to where the lovers stand , And stabs the stranger knight . " Die , traitor , die ! thy guilty flames Demand th ' avenging steel ! " . " It is my brother ...
... arms . Wild frenzy fires his frantic hand , Distracted at the sight , He flies to where the lovers stand , And stabs the stranger knight . " Die , traitor , die ! thy guilty flames Demand th ' avenging steel ! " . " It is my brother ...
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Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 417 - 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...
Сторінка 109 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea 30 Give themselves up to jollity...
Сторінка 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,
Сторінка 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.
Сторінка 112 - Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Сторінка 380 - The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn: Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
Сторінка 414 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy...
Сторінка 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...
Сторінка 108 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose, The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.