Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyScott, Webster & Geary, 1842 - 490 pàgines |
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... beneath the surface , that none but profound thinkers and pains - taking inquirers might have the pleasure of the discovery . While Wordsworth was adopting the lowliest themes as the subjects of poetical description , another poet was ...
... beneath the surface , that none but profound thinkers and pains - taking inquirers might have the pleasure of the discovery . While Wordsworth was adopting the lowliest themes as the subjects of poetical description , another poet was ...
Pàgina 22
... , for the time , was exalted above the rest of his species ; and he could look down with an air of superior wisdom upon the dark valley beneath his feet , and sneer at the earthlings who 22 ESSAY ON THE ENGLISH POETRY.
... , for the time , was exalted above the rest of his species ; and he could look down with an air of superior wisdom upon the dark valley beneath his feet , and sneer at the earthlings who 22 ESSAY ON THE ENGLISH POETRY.
Pàgina 23
The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth Century. beneath his feet , and sneer at the earthlings who were toiling and fretting in the worthless struggle of existence . Thus the self - love of each was gratified at the expense of his fellows ...
The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth Century. beneath his feet , and sneer at the earthlings who were toiling and fretting in the worthless struggle of existence . Thus the self - love of each was gratified at the expense of his fellows ...
Pàgina 41
... Beneath the shelter of some noble tree , In the green honours of its youthful prime . Rosin . How look'd the veteran ? Volt . O ! I cannot tell thee ! At first he bore it up with cheerful looks , As one who fain would wear his honours ...
... Beneath the shelter of some noble tree , In the green honours of its youthful prime . Rosin . How look'd the veteran ? Volt . O ! I cannot tell thee ! At first he bore it up with cheerful looks , As one who fain would wear his honours ...
Pàgina 46
... beneath some urchin's hand , With modest pride thou tak'st thy stand , While many a stroke of fondness glides Along thy back and tabby sides : Dilated swells thy glossy fur , And loudly sings thy busy purr , - As , timing well the equal ...
... beneath some urchin's hand , With modest pride thou tak'st thy stand , While many a stroke of fondness glides Along thy back and tabby sides : Dilated swells thy glossy fur , And loudly sings thy busy purr , - As , timing well the equal ...
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Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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,
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.
Pàgina 414 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy...
Pàgina 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...
Pàgina 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.