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Сторінка xxv
... wonder of it is the rapidity with which Keats was advancing to a higher perception and to a deeper insight when the foreshadow of death chilled him . After Endymion there is constantly evident a steadily increasing perception of the ...
... wonder of it is the rapidity with which Keats was advancing to a higher perception and to a deeper insight when the foreshadow of death chilled him . After Endymion there is constantly evident a steadily increasing perception of the ...
Сторінка xxix
... wonder that lay enchanted in the dictionary , " Lowell says happily . His rich and imagina- tive diction , his felicity of epithet , his fine fitness of phrase , have left their unmistakable trace on almost every page of Tennyson and ...
... wonder that lay enchanted in the dictionary , " Lowell says happily . His rich and imagina- tive diction , his felicity of epithet , his fine fitness of phrase , have left their unmistakable trace on almost every page of Tennyson and ...
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... wonder at the conclusion to which Sidney Colvin comes in saying that it seems to him " probable that by power , as well as by temperament and aim , he was the most Shakespearian spirit that has lived since Shakespeare . " BIBLIOGRAPHY ...
... wonder at the conclusion to which Sidney Colvin comes in saying that it seems to him " probable that by power , as well as by temperament and aim , he was the most Shakespearian spirit that has lived since Shakespeare . " BIBLIOGRAPHY ...
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... wonder ― The darkness , loneliness , the fearful thunder ; - -- - Their woes gone by , and both to heaven upflown , To bow for gratitude before Jove's throne . So did he feel , who pull'd the boughs aside , That we might look into a ...
... wonder ― The darkness , loneliness , the fearful thunder ; - -- - Their woes gone by , and both to heaven upflown , To bow for gratitude before Jove's throne . So did he feel , who pull'd the boughs aside , That we might look into a ...
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... wonder of thy bridal night ! Where distant ships do seem to show their keels , Phoebus awhile delay'd his mighty wheels , And turn'd to smile upon thy bashful eyes , Ere he his unseen pomp would solemnize . The evening weather was so ...
... wonder of thy bridal night ! Where distant ships do seem to show their keels , Phoebus awhile delay'd his mighty wheels , And turn'd to smile upon thy bashful eyes , Ere he his unseen pomp would solemnize . The evening weather was so ...
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Сторінка 7 - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love!
Сторінка 267 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon ; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven: Porphyro grew faint: She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Сторінка 10 - Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...
Сторінка 7 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest?
Сторінка 7 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Сторінка 10 - And in the midst of this wide quietness A rosy sanctuary will I dress With the wreath'd trellis of a working brain, With buds, and bells, and stars without a name, With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign, Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same: And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win, A bright torch, and a casement ope at night, To let the warm Love in ! FANCY.
Сторінка 4 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night. And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays...
Сторінка 270 - The blisses of her dream so pure and deep. At which fair Madeline began to weep, And moan forth witless words with many a sigh ; While still her gaze on Porphyro would keep ; Who knelt, with joined hands and piteous eye, Fearing to move or speak, she look'd so dreamingly. xxxv. "Ah, Porphyro!
Сторінка 4 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...
Сторінка 269 - 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 thee, so my soul doth ache.