English Poetry and Prose of the Romantic MovementGeorge Benjamin Woods Scott, Foresman, 1916 - 1432 pàgines |
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... poet's de- scription ) as she does in the Scottish horizon . We are not carried to Greece or Italy for a shade , a stream , or a breeze . The groves rise in our own valleys ; the 10 rivers flow from our own fountains ; and the winds ...
... poet's de- scription ) as she does in the Scottish horizon . We are not carried to Greece or Italy for a shade , a stream , or a breeze . The groves rise in our own valleys ; the 10 rivers flow from our own fountains ; and the winds ...
Pàgina 99
... poet has given an air of the marvellous to his subject , by the magic of his expression . Else , what do we find here , but the ordinary effects of melan- choly , the vulgar superstition of evoking spirits , and the supposed influence ...
... poet has given an air of the marvellous to his subject , by the magic of his expression . Else , what do we find here , but the ordinary effects of melan- choly , the vulgar superstition of evoking spirits , and the supposed influence ...
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... poet praised his native plains : No shepherds now , in smooth alternate verse , 10 Their country's beauty or their nymphs ' rehearse ; Yet still for these we frame the tender strain , Still in our lays fond Corydons complain , And ...
... poet praised his native plains : No shepherds now , in smooth alternate verse , 10 Their country's beauty or their nymphs ' rehearse ; Yet still for these we frame the tender strain , Still in our lays fond Corydons complain , And ...
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... poet , 1 whose divine Elegies do honor to our language , our nation , and our species- that " Humility has depressed ... poetic abilities , otherwise his publishing in the manner he has done would be a maneuver below the worst character ...
... poet , 1 whose divine Elegies do honor to our language , our nation , and our species- that " Humility has depressed ... poetic abilities , otherwise his publishing in the manner he has done would be a maneuver below the worst character ...
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George Benjamin Woods. HERE PAUSE : THE POET CLAIMS AT LEAST THIS PRAISE 1811 1815 Here pause : the poet claims at least this praise , That virtuous Liberty hath been the scope Of his pure song , which did not shrink from hope In the ...
George Benjamin Woods. HERE PAUSE : THE POET CLAIMS AT LEAST THIS PRAISE 1811 1815 Here pause : the poet claims at least this praise , That virtuous Liberty hath been the scope Of his pure song , which did not shrink from hope In the ...
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English Poetry and Prose of the Romantic Movement George Benjamin Woods Visualització de fragments - 1929 |
English Poetry and Prose of the Romantic Movement George Benjamin Woods Visualització de fragments - 1950 |
Frases i termes més freqüents
art thou Balclutha bard beauty behold beneath blood Bonny Dundee breast breath bright busk Caliph Carathis Childe Harold's Pilgrimage clouds dark dead dear death deep delight Demogorgon doth dread dream earth eyes fair fear feel Fingal flowers frae gazed gentle grave green Grongar Hill hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill hope hour human king lassie light live lonely look Lord lyre maid Manfred mighty mind moon morning mountain Muse nature ne'er never night o'er Panthea passions pleasure poem poet Prometheus rill rock round scene Semichorus shade shore silent sing sleep smile song soul sound spirit stars stream sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought tree truth Twas vale Vathek voice wandering waves wild wind wings wood words wyllowe Yarrow youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 267 - Earth has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers,, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Pàgina 217 - Of all this unintelligible world. Is lightened:— that serene and blessed mood. In which the affections gently lead us on.— Until. the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended. we are laid asleep In body. and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony. and the deep power of joy. We see into the life of things.
Pàgina 473 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Pàgina 286 - See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, Some fragment from his dream of human life, Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business...
Pàgina 341 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware ! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair ! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Pàgina 285 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; — No more shall grief of mine the season wrong...
Pàgina 285 - Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
Pàgina 286 - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering...
Pàgina 486 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street: On with the dance! let joy be unconfined: No sleep till morn when youth and pleasure meet, To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
Pàgina 285 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.