Select specimens of the English poets, ed. by A. De VereAubrey Thomas De Vere 1858 |
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Pàgina iii
... things to the desires of the mind ; " - meaning by the latter expression , the aspirations of that mens melior , or nobler mind , which is the part of man that retains the image of God and thirsts for immortality . The world of sense ...
... things to the desires of the mind ; " - meaning by the latter expression , the aspirations of that mens melior , or nobler mind , which is the part of man that retains the image of God and thirsts for immortality . The world of sense ...
Pàgina iv
... things is , in appearance at least , subjected . Not less sacred is that Beauty of which the poets in every age have sung . It is nothing merely material , although it manifests itself in ma- terial things . From them it looks forth ...
... things is , in appearance at least , subjected . Not less sacred is that Beauty of which the poets in every age have sung . It is nothing merely material , although it manifests itself in ma- terial things . From them it looks forth ...
Pàgina v
... things constitute often a prison , and a narrow one , of their own . Poetry is a deliverer from this tyranny of the arbitrary , the petty , and the sordid . It flings a radiance around the great realities of life , which renders it ...
... things constitute often a prison , and a narrow one , of their own . Poetry is a deliverer from this tyranny of the arbitrary , the petty , and the sordid . It flings a radiance around the great realities of life , which renders it ...
Pàgina vi
... thing that it inherits of good is perverted to evil . But.those who hold fast by the great realities of authentic Christianity are secured from such error . They know that all the Arts are but the handmaidens of Faith , the " honourable ...
... thing that it inherits of good is perverted to evil . But.those who hold fast by the great realities of authentic Christianity are secured from such error . They know that all the Arts are but the handmaidens of Faith , the " honourable ...
Pàgina vii
... things of faith are , indeed , certain and divine ; but yet , just because they belong to faith , they are withdrawn ... thing , that while from religion alone poetry draws all her true treasures , those treasures are sometimes most ...
... things of faith are , indeed , certain and divine ; but yet , just because they belong to faith , they are withdrawn ... thing , that while from religion alone poetry draws all her true treasures , those treasures are sometimes most ...
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Pàgina 253 - 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...
Pàgina 254 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of poesy...
Pàgina 252 - Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness ! Close bosom-friend of the maturing Sun ! Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eaves run ; To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core...
Pàgina 248 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Pàgina 47 - The friends thou hast, and their adoption tried, Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel; But do not dull thy palm with entertainment Of each new-hatch'd, unfledg'd comrade. Beware Of entrance to a quarrel, but being in, Bear't that the opposed may beware of thee. Give every man thine ear, but few thy voice; Take each man's censure, but reserve thy judgment.
Pàgina 18 - And we will sit upon the rocks, Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers, to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle...
Pàgina 94 - Enlarged winds, that curl the flood, Know no such liberty. Stone walls do not a prison make, Nor iron bars a cage; Minds innocent and quiet take That for an hermitage; If I have freedom in my love And in my soul am free, Angels alone, that soar above, Enjoy such liberty.
Pàgina 149 - The paths of glory lead but to the grave. Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise. Can storied urn or animated bust Back to its mansion call the fleeting breath ? Can honour's voice provoke the silent dust, Or flattery soothe the dull cold ear of death...
Pàgina 152 - Beside yon straggling fence that skirts the way, With blossomed furze unprofitably gay, There, in his noisy mansion, skilled to rule, The village master taught his little school. A man severe he was, and stern to view ; I knew him well, and every truant knew. Well had the boding tremblers learned to trace The day's disasters in his morning face...
Pàgina 44 - Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.