Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyScott, Webster & Geary, 1842 - 490 pàgines |
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Pàgina 14
... gone ages . Such at least did the deed appear in the eyes of the worshippers , who looked on and trembled . Even Pope was not spared , even Addison was not safe ; and as for the Pomfrets , the Akensides , and the Shenstones , of the ...
... gone ages . Such at least did the deed appear in the eyes of the worshippers , who looked on and trembled . Even Pope was not spared , even Addison was not safe ; and as for the Pomfrets , the Akensides , and the Shenstones , of the ...
Pàgina 16
... gone back to the genuine Hippocrene of the great masters of antiquity , and their successors of modern ages in England ; and his whole offence consisted in following the universally recognised rules of nature , instead of the ...
... gone back to the genuine Hippocrene of the great masters of antiquity , and their successors of modern ages in England ; and his whole offence consisted in following the universally recognised rules of nature , instead of the ...
Pàgina 21
... gone for ever . But although society was convinced of the delusion under which it had laboured , it was not yet ripe for the abandonment if its literary follies ; and , therefore , when Scott's extraordi- nary popularity had been ...
... gone for ever . But although society was convinced of the delusion under which it had laboured , it was not yet ripe for the abandonment if its literary follies ; and , therefore , when Scott's extraordi- nary popularity had been ...
Pàgina 61
... gone away . That night we left our home new clothes to wear ; The Work - house found them ; we were carried there . We loved each other dearly ; when we met We always shared what trifles we could get . But George was older by a year ...
... gone away . That night we left our home new clothes to wear ; The Work - house found them ; we were carried there . We loved each other dearly ; when we met We always shared what trifles we could get . But George was older by a year ...
Pàgina 65
... invader broke , In all their strength , by one tremendous stroke ! Sudden and swift the eager pest came on , And terror grew , till every hope was gone : Still those around appear'd for hope to seek , But. THE SUDDEN DEATH AND FUNERAL .
... invader broke , In all their strength , by one tremendous stroke ! Sudden and swift the eager pest came on , And terror grew , till every hope was gone : Still those around appear'd for hope to seek , But. THE SUDDEN DEATH AND FUNERAL .
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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.