Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyScott, Webster & Geary, 1862 - 490 páginas |
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... sweet nightingale required to become Philomel , before she could be musical . Such was the manner in which sound was substituted for sense , and poetry itself was stifled , and buried under a mass of ver- biage . So strong , also , was ...
... sweet nightingale required to become Philomel , before she could be musical . Such was the manner in which sound was substituted for sense , and poetry itself was stifled , and buried under a mass of ver- biage . So strong , also , was ...
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... sweet , clear , feminine accents were heard over the whole thunder - peal , like the notes of the high - toned flute over the deep crash of the orchestra . And how was it possible that poets could write indecorously in the company of ...
... sweet , clear , feminine accents were heard over the whole thunder - peal , like the notes of the high - toned flute over the deep crash of the orchestra . And how was it possible that poets could write indecorously in the company of ...
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... sweet Ella , My pretty Ella , my good loving Ella , My gentle little one that hang'st upon me With such fond hold , in good sooth we must part . Here bid Heaven bless me , and no farther go . Ella . Must it be so ? I will bid Heaven ...
... sweet Ella , My pretty Ella , my good loving Ella , My gentle little one that hang'st upon me With such fond hold , in good sooth we must part . Here bid Heaven bless me , and no farther go . Ella . Must it be so ? I will bid Heaven ...
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... sweet Ella ! whizzing balls there be That , in midway , are from their course declined By the poor orphan's little lisped prayer ; And there be arrows that are turn'd aside , In their swift flight , by the soft sighs of love , Unheard ...
... sweet Ella ! whizzing balls there be That , in midway , are from their course declined By the poor orphan's little lisped prayer ; And there be arrows that are turn'd aside , In their swift flight , by the soft sighs of love , Unheard ...
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... sweet , no scene to him so dear . * Its dark - green hue , its sicklier tints all fail , And ripening harvest rustles in the gale . A glorious sight , if glory dwells below , Where Heaven's munificence makes all the show , * O'er every ...
... sweet , no scene to him so dear . * Its dark - green hue , its sicklier tints all fail , And ripening harvest rustles in the gale . A glorious sight , if glory dwells below , Where Heaven's munificence makes all the show , * O'er every ...
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Página 109 - 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...
Página 403 - 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...
Página 110 - We in thought will join your throng. Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts to-day Feel the gladness of the May!
Página 165 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Página 110 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing ; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence : truths that wake To perish never ; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man, nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather.
Página 299 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts — not so thou Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves
Página 236 - YE Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved, a thousand years, The battle and the breeze — Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe ! And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow, — While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Página 104 - 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,
Página 103 - Sisters and brothers, little maid, How many may you be?" "How many? seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they, I pray you tell?
Página 163 - 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...