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Go to ; certes , they are as delightsome as odoriferous herbs , and as voiceful of
rich melody as their own loved lyre . Rather let us render rightful homage to these
magnates of the mind , ” forasmuch as , by their sweet sentiment and song , the ...
Go to ; certes , they are as delightsome as odoriferous herbs , and as voiceful of
rich melody as their own loved lyre . Rather let us render rightful homage to these
magnates of the mind , ” forasmuch as , by their sweet sentiment and song , the ...
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He seems to have surrendered himself to the inspiring influences of nature , and
to have revelled , as at a festival , amid birds and Aowers : hence the rich
arabesque character of his poetry , and the marvellous freshness and bloom of
his ...
He seems to have surrendered himself to the inspiring influences of nature , and
to have revelled , as at a festival , amid birds and Aowers : hence the rich
arabesque character of his poetry , and the marvellous freshness and bloom of
his ...
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Now for a cluster of little brilliants , rich and rare :From Two Gentlemen of Verona
:Who is Silvia ? what is she , That all our swains commend her ? Holy , fair , and
wise is she : The heavens such grace did lend her , That she might admired be .
Now for a cluster of little brilliants , rich and rare :From Two Gentlemen of Verona
:Who is Silvia ? what is she , That all our swains commend her ? Holy , fair , and
wise is she : The heavens such grace did lend her , That she might admired be .
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HABINGTON's poem on The Firmament opens with these grand lines :When I
survey the bright celestial sphere , So rich with jewels hung , that night Doth like
an Ethiop bride appear ; My soul her wings doth spread , And heavenward Aies ...
HABINGTON's poem on The Firmament opens with these grand lines :When I
survey the bright celestial sphere , So rich with jewels hung , that night Doth like
an Ethiop bride appear ; My soul her wings doth spread , And heavenward Aies ...
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... Of Aeeting things so certain to be lost . The soul's dark cottage , battered and
decayed , Lets. Clouds of affection from our younger eyes Conceal that
emptiness which age descries : Who is not charmed with the rich quaintness of
worthy. 59.
... Of Aeeting things so certain to be lost . The soul's dark cottage , battered and
decayed , Lets. Clouds of affection from our younger eyes Conceal that
emptiness which age descries : Who is not charmed with the rich quaintness of
worthy. 59.
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Términos y frases comunes
angels Aowers beautiful bells bird breath bright charm child close clouds comes dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth eyes face fair fall fear feel field flowers gentle give glory glow golden grace grave green growing hand happy hath head hear heart heaven hope hour human kiss leaves light lines live look memory mind morning nature never night o'er once pass passage play pleasure poem poet poetry rest rich rose round seems seen shine sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit Spring stanzas stars stream summer sweet tears tell thee thine things thou thought touching trees turn voice wandering wave wild wind wings woods young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 69 - Now came still evening on, and twilight gray Had in her sober livery all things clad ; Silence accompanied ; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests, Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale, She all night long her amorous descant sung...
Página 68 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty ! Thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair: Thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable! who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works ; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Página 39 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Página 276 - Like a poet hidden, In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Página 21 - With a bare bodkin ? who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life ; But that the dread of something after death, — The undiscovered country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, — puzzles the will ; And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than fly to others that we know not of?
Página 274 - 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.
Página 135 - He watched and wept, he prayed and felt for all. And, as a bird each fond endearment tries, To tempt its new-fledged offspring to the skies, He tried each art, reproved each dull delay, Allured to brighter worlds, and led the way.
Página 31 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments : love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O no ; it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests, and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth 's unknown, although his height be taken.
Página 63 - The Oracles are dumb ; No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving : No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Página 220 - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond memory brings the light Of other days around me: The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken; The eyes that shone, Now dimmed and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken! Thus in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Información bibliográfica
| Título | Festival of Song: A Series of Evenings with the Poets |
| Autor | Frederick Saunders |
| Editor | Bunce and Huntington, 1866 |
| Procedencia del original | la Biblioteca Pública de Nueva York |
| Digitalizado | 23 Nov 2006 |
| N.º de páginas | 376 páginas |
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