Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyScott, Webster & Geary, 1842 - 490 стор. |
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... head of England ; and while they imbued their own minds with the impassioned spirit of the new - born Teutonic Muse , they prepared their countrymen , in many instances , for the change , by translations from the most distinguished of ...
... head of England ; and while they imbued their own minds with the impassioned spirit of the new - born Teutonic Muse , they prepared their countrymen , in many instances , for the change , by translations from the most distinguished of ...
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... head , we need only advert to the Behns , the Heywoods , and the Manlys , of the beginning of the eighteenth century . But when the education of both sexes was more justly equalized , so OF THE NINETEENTH CENTURY . 29.
... head , we need only advert to the Behns , the Heywoods , and the Manlys , of the beginning of the eighteenth century . But when the education of both sexes was more justly equalized , so OF THE NINETEENTH CENTURY . 29.
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... head . Oh for the good old times ! When all was new , And every hour brought prodigies to view , Our sires in unaffected language told Of streams of amber , and of rocks of gold : Full of their theme , they spurn'd all idle art ; And ...
... head . Oh for the good old times ! When all was new , And every hour brought prodigies to view , Our sires in unaffected language told Of streams of amber , and of rocks of gold : Full of their theme , they spurn'd all idle art ; And ...
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... head , and lengthen'd drawl ? Lo ! here " Canst thou , Matilda , urge my fate , And bid me mourn thee ? -yes , and mourn too late ! O rash , severe decree ! my maddening brain Cannot the ponderous agony sustain ; But forth I rush , from ...
... head , and lengthen'd drawl ? Lo ! here " Canst thou , Matilda , urge my fate , And bid me mourn thee ? -yes , and mourn too late ! O rash , severe decree ! my maddening brain Cannot the ponderous agony sustain ; But forth I rush , from ...
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... track'd each libel to its proper source ; Till indignation , wide and wider spread , Burst in one dreadful tempest on his head . From Epistle to Peter Pindar . THIS highly gifted lady , whose works have been chiefly 40 GIFFORD .
... track'd each libel to its proper source ; Till indignation , wide and wider spread , Burst in one dreadful tempest on his head . From Epistle to Peter Pindar . THIS highly gifted lady , whose works have been chiefly 40 GIFFORD .
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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.