The Literary History of England in the End of the Eighteenth and Beginning of the Nineteenth Century, Volumen3Macmillan and Company, 1882 |
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... sweet , but as immoral in his lay ! " was such a shaft as made no very serious wound . Lords were familiar to Rogers , and probably not exciting ; but yet rank adds an attraction the more to all other qualities , and a noble poet is ...
... sweet , but as immoral in his lay ! " was such a shaft as made no very serious wound . Lords were familiar to Rogers , and probably not exciting ; but yet rank adds an attraction the more to all other qualities , and a noble poet is ...
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... sweet eyelids close , Or shade the glance o'er which they rose , But round their orbs of deepest blue The circling white dilated grew- And there with glassy gaze she stood , As ice were in her curdled blood . " Nothing could better show ...
... sweet eyelids close , Or shade the glance o'er which they rose , But round their orbs of deepest blue The circling white dilated grew- And there with glassy gaze she stood , As ice were in her curdled blood . " Nothing could better show ...
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... sweet Of peace and pity fell like dew : - On flowers half - dead ; thy lips did meet Mine tremblingly , thy dark eyes threw Their soft persuasion on my brain , Charming away its dream of pain . " We are not happy , sweet ! our state Is ...
... sweet Of peace and pity fell like dew : - On flowers half - dead ; thy lips did meet Mine tremblingly , thy dark eyes threw Their soft persuasion on my brain , Charming away its dream of pain . " We are not happy , sweet ! our state Is ...
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... sweet . " Alastor " was ushered into the world with a somewhat pompous preface , in which it is described as " allegorical of one of the most interest- ing situations of the human mind , " the search of the poetic spirit , which has ...
... sweet . " Alastor " was ushered into the world with a somewhat pompous preface , in which it is described as " allegorical of one of the most interest- ing situations of the human mind , " the search of the poetic spirit , which has ...
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... sweet kisses , have been dear to me ; If no bright bird , insect , or gentle beast I consciously have injured , but still loved And cherished these my kindred ; then forgive This boast , beloved brethren , and withdraw No portion of ...
... sweet kisses , have been dear to me ; If no bright bird , insect , or gentle beast I consciously have injured , but still loved And cherished these my kindred ; then forgive This boast , beloved brethren , and withdraw No portion of ...
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Página 114 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep ! He hath awakened from the dream of life. 'Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.
Página 151 - 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 134 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Página 106 - My soul is an enchanted boat, Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing ; And thine doth like an angel sit Beside the helm conducting it, Whilst all the winds with melody are ringing.
Página 144 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Página 68 - The sky is changed! - and such a change! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Página 66 - Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Página 58 - 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? Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending; I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending; — I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.
Página 262 - With deep affection • And recollection, I often think of Those Shandon bells, "Whose sounds so wild would. In the days of childhood, . . Fling round my cradle Their magic spells. On, this I ponder Where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, Sweet Cork, of thee,— With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand, on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.
Página 231 - Wow strain I can do myself like any now going ; but the exquisite touch which renders ordinary common-place things and characters interesting from the truth of the description and the sentiment is denied to me.