Chambers's Cyclopædia of English Literature, Volumen 3J.B. Lippincott Company, 1904 |
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... thought would vanish ; above these heights of speculation there is no footing for mere humanity . Beyond them poetry can hardly go without turning into something else than poetry . And it is not certain what it may be- come ; it is ...
... thought would vanish ; above these heights of speculation there is no footing for mere humanity . Beyond them poetry can hardly go without turning into something else than poetry . And it is not certain what it may be- come ; it is ...
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... thought , With many recognitions dim and faint , And somewhat of a sad perplexity , The picture of the mind revives again : While here I stand , not only with the sense Of present pleasure , but with pleasing thoughts That in this ...
... thought , With many recognitions dim and faint , And somewhat of a sad perplexity , The picture of the mind revives again : While here I stand , not only with the sense Of present pleasure , but with pleasing thoughts That in this ...
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... thought What wealth the show to me had brought : For oft , when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood , They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude ; And then my heart with pleasure fills , And dances with ...
... thought What wealth the show to me had brought : For oft , when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood , They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude ; And then my heart with pleasure fills , And dances with ...
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... thoughts , that nestle there— The brood of chaste affection . How sweet , on this autumnal day , The wild - wood ... thought , which I would banish , But that I know , where'er I go , Thy genuine image , Yarrow ! Will dwell with me ...
... thoughts , that nestle there— The brood of chaste affection . How sweet , on this autumnal day , The wild - wood ... thought , which I would banish , But that I know , where'er I go , Thy genuine image , Yarrow ! Will dwell with me ...
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... thought : Whose high endeavours are an inward light That makes the path before him always bright : Who , with a natural instinct to discern What knowledge can perform , is diligent to learn ; Abides by this resolve , and stops not there ...
... thought : Whose high endeavours are an inward light That makes the path before him always bright : Who , with a natural instinct to discern What knowledge can perform , is diligent to learn ; Abides by this resolve , and stops not there ...
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Página 424 - The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
Página 423 - Myself when young did eagerly frequent Doctor and Saint, and heard great argument About it and about : but evermore Came out by the same door where in I went...
Página 100 - NIGHTINGALE. 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...
Página 101 - Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death — Call'd him soft names, in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath : Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Página 14 - 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.
Página 101 - As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?
Página 112 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me ; my spirit's bark is driven Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given ; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven ! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar ; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Página 31 - Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand ! If such there breathe, go, mark him well...
Página 102 - BRIGHT star ! would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night. And watching, with eternal lids apart. Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...
Página 24 - God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.