Chambers's Cyclopædia of English Literature, Volumen 3J.B. Lippincott Company, 1904 |
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... wind is the cause and not the effect of the mighty billows at sea , so the movement in question was the cause and not the effect of the French Revolution . It was nothing less than a great revived movement of the soul of man , after a ...
... wind is the cause and not the effect of the mighty billows at sea , so the movement in question was the cause and not the effect of the French Revolution . It was nothing less than a great revived movement of the soul of man , after a ...
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... Wind is in lyric power greater than he who wrote the choruses of Atalanta and the still more superb measures of Songs before Sunrise and Erechtheus . Indeed , we have only to recall the fact that before Shelley wrote it was an axiom ...
... Wind is in lyric power greater than he who wrote the choruses of Atalanta and the still more superb measures of Songs before Sunrise and Erechtheus . Indeed , we have only to recall the fact that before Shelley wrote it was an axiom ...
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... wind Blow through my ear ! The sky seemed not a sky Of earth -- and with what motion moved the clouds ! The first book of the Prelude is a commentary on the lines in Tintern Abbey : The coarser pleasures of my boyish days And their glad ...
... wind Blow through my ear ! The sky seemed not a sky Of earth -- and with what motion moved the clouds ! The first book of the Prelude is a commentary on the lines in Tintern Abbey : The coarser pleasures of my boyish days And their glad ...
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... wind all night ; The rain came heavily and fell in floods ; But now the sun is rising calm and bright ; The birds ... winds when they call : And moveth all together , if it move at all . At length , himself unsettling , he the pond ...
... wind all night ; The rain came heavily and fell in floods ; But now the sun is rising calm and bright ; The birds ... winds when they call : And moveth all together , if it move at all . At length , himself unsettling , he the pond ...
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... wind That will forget thee ; thou hast great allies ; Thy friends are exultations , agonies , And love , and man's ... Winds blow , and waters roll , Strength to the brave , and Power , and Deity ; Yet in themselves are nothing ! One ...
... wind That will forget thee ; thou hast great allies ; Thy friends are exultations , agonies , And love , and man's ... Winds blow , and waters roll , Strength to the brave , and Power , and Deity ; Yet in themselves are nothing ! One ...
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Chamber's Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and ... Robert Chambers Vista de fragmentos - 1922 |
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Página 428 - 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 427 - 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 104 - 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 105 - 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 18 - 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 105 - 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 116 - 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 35 - 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 106 - 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 28 - 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.