English & American Literature, Studies in Literary Criticism, Interpretation & History, Including Complete Masterpieces, in 10 Vol, Volumen4Smith & Reeve, 1903 |
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... INSPIRATION 47 FAMILY AFFECTION 47 From Snow Bound- - Whittier 43 Sweet and Low - Tennyson As thro ' the land at eve- Tennyson FRIENDSHIP Break , Break , Break - Tennyson Auld Lang Syne - Burns THE PAST LOVE • Tears , idle Tears ...
... INSPIRATION 47 FAMILY AFFECTION 47 From Snow Bound- - Whittier 43 Sweet and Low - Tennyson As thro ' the land at eve- Tennyson FRIENDSHIP Break , Break , Break - Tennyson Auld Lang Syne - Burns THE PAST LOVE • Tears , idle Tears ...
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... inspirations proud , Takes here his rightful place as poet - priest By the high altar , singing prayer and prayer To the higher Heavens . " Portrait of Oliver Wendell Holmes " You with the classic few belong Who tempered wisdom with a ...
... inspirations proud , Takes here his rightful place as poet - priest By the high altar , singing prayer and prayer To the higher Heavens . " Portrait of Oliver Wendell Holmes " You with the classic few belong Who tempered wisdom with a ...
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... inspiring influence of the beautiful in nature . It is the beauty of the flowers that charms away his loneliness ; it is the recollection of that beauty that again and again fills his heart with pleasure : it is the beauty of the lines 33.
... inspiring influence of the beautiful in nature . It is the beauty of the flowers that charms away his loneliness ; it is the recollection of that beauty that again and again fills his heart with pleasure : it is the beauty of the lines 33.
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... inspired lines to charm away the cares of his hearers . His special faculty is the imagination by which he gives to his utterances the force and vividness that move the world and by which he transmits the products of his intellect into ...
... inspired lines to charm away the cares of his hearers . His special faculty is the imagination by which he gives to his utterances the force and vividness that move the world and by which he transmits the products of his intellect into ...
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... inspiring , its spirit the most sublime . English poetry , more than that of any other nation , is characterized by deep reverence and by enduring faith in divine justice and mercy . Battle Hymn of the Republic English national hymns ...
... inspiring , its spirit the most sublime . English poetry , more than that of any other nation , is characterized by deep reverence and by enduring faith in divine justice and mercy . Battle Hymn of the Republic English national hymns ...
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accented admiration Allen-a-Dale anapestic angel Annabel Lee auld lang syne beauty bird blow Bob-o'-link breathe bright cæsura Chambered Nautilus charm chee cloud dark Death of Wellington deep doth dream earth Edgar Allan Poe emotion eyes fate Fausta feel feet flowers foot glory golden happy hath hear heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hill honor hymns iambic iambic pentameter inspiration JOHN DRYDEN JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER L'Allegro language light live Longfellow look Lord lyric melody meter moon never night o'er pain poem poet poetry prose purple quiet rhyme ROBERT BURNS Robert of Lincoln shade sing smile song sorrow soul sound Spink spirit stanza stars stream sung sweet syllable tears Tennyson thee thine things thou art thought verse voice wandering weary weep WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind wings woods words
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Página 63 - TO HELEN. Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
Página 94 - Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire ; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning « Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are bright'ning, Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.
Página 177 - Year after year beheld the silent toil That spread his lustrous coil; Still, as the spiral grew, He left the past year's dwelling for the new. Stole with soft step its shining archway through, Built up its idle door, Stretched in his last-found home, and knew the old no more.
Página 128 - WHITHER, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
Página 62 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food, For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Página 97 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains ? What shapes of sky or plain ? What love of thine own kind ? what ignorance of pain ? ©de to a With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee : Thou lovest; but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Página 69 - I forget the hallowed grove, Where by the winding Ayr we met, To live one day of parting love ! Eternity will not efface Those records dear of transports past; Thy image at our last embrace; Ah ! little thought we 'twas our last! Ayr gurgling kissed his pebbled shore, O'erhung with wild woods, thick'ning, green ; The fragrant birch, and hawthorn hoar, Twin'd amorous round the raptured scene.
Página 26 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat, in unwomanly rags, Plying her needle and thread — Stitch — stitch — stitch ! In poverty, hunger, and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, — Would that its tone could reach the Rich ! She sang this " Song of the Shirt !
Página 52 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me ; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.
Página 179 - Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?