Afternoons with the PoetsHarper & brothers, 1879 - 320 страници |
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... give forth sound by means of a clapper , by a beautiful figure crystallized it for all after - ages as the ' poetry of steeples ! " " " That is all very fine , old fellow , " I interrupted ; " but what has all this rigmarole to do with ...
... give forth sound by means of a clapper , by a beautiful figure crystallized it for all after - ages as the ' poetry of steeples ! " " " That is all very fine , old fellow , " I interrupted ; " but what has all this rigmarole to do with ...
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... give such a fine flavor to the confession of your Meth- odist friend . " แ True for you , most venerable proser ; I freely admit that there is little enough in your pet definition that is either de- licious or exquisite ; but ...
... give such a fine flavor to the confession of your Meth- odist friend . " แ True for you , most venerable proser ; I freely admit that there is little enough in your pet definition that is either de- licious or exquisite ; but ...
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... give it up , professor ! " I exclaimed . Wordsworth call the sonnet a Thing , with a mystery - inspir- ing capital letter , too ; especially while yet under the overpow- ering influence of the grand echoes of the dying swell of the ...
... give it up , professor ! " I exclaimed . Wordsworth call the sonnet a Thing , with a mystery - inspir- ing capital letter , too ; especially while yet under the overpow- ering influence of the grand echoes of the dying swell of the ...
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... give me leave to interpose a plain question : In the fine lines by Wordsworth which you re- cited , he speaks of the sonnet as a favorite form of poetical composition with several among the greatest of modern poets , but he says nothing ...
... give me leave to interpose a plain question : In the fine lines by Wordsworth which you re- cited , he speaks of the sonnet as a favorite form of poetical composition with several among the greatest of modern poets , but he says nothing ...
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... give this kind of verse its regular and legiti- mate form . Dante and Petrarch were both familiar with his poetical productions ; and the former , in one of his Latin trea- tises - ' De Vulgari Eloquio ' -criticises him for preferring ...
... give this kind of verse its regular and legiti- mate form . Dante and Petrarch were both familiar with his poetical productions ; and the former , in one of his Latin trea- tises - ' De Vulgari Eloquio ' -criticises him for preferring ...
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Страница 162 - Hast reared God's trophies, and his work pursued ; While Darwen stream, with blood of Scots imbrued, And Dunbar field, resounds thy praises loud, And Worcester's laureate wreath...
Страница 72 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth "s unknown, although his height be taken.
Страница 73 - Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world, dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Suppos'd as forfeit to a confin'd doom.
Страница 172 - In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire : The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas ! for other notes repine ; A different object do these eyes require ; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine ; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire...
Страница 106 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Страница 163 - O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
Страница 70 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's •waste...
Страница 164 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Страница 227 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. // Near them, on the sand, / Half sunk, / a shattered visage lies, / whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, / Tell that its sculptor / well those passions read / Which yet survive, / stamped on these lifeless things, / The hand that mocked them, / and the heart that fed: // And on the pedestal / these words appear: // "My...
Страница 310 - Mysterious Night ! when our first Parent knew Thee from report divine, and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue ? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus with the host of heaven came; And lo, Creation widened in man's view.