Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyScott, Webster & Geary, 1842 - 490 страници |
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... blood : we heard their measured tread , and the rust- ling of their robes , as they paced the hall ; and we saw the very sparks that flashed from their horses ' hoofs , as they spurred to the encounter . The choice of the poet also in ...
... blood : we heard their measured tread , and the rust- ling of their robes , as they paced the hall ; and we saw the very sparks that flashed from their horses ' hoofs , as they spurred to the encounter . The choice of the poet also in ...
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... blood , and crimes till then unknown : Then , then I hate the magic that deceived , And blush to think how fondly I believed . Not so , when Edgar , made , in some strange plot , The hero of a day that knew him not , Struts from the ...
... blood , and crimes till then unknown : Then , then I hate the magic that deceived , And blush to think how fondly I believed . Not so , when Edgar , made , in some strange plot , The hero of a day that knew him not , Struts from the ...
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... blood - bolter'd clod , A foe to man , a renegade from God ; From noxious childhood to pernicious age , Separate to infamy , in every stage . CORNWALL remembers yet his first employ , And shuddering tells , with what infernal joy , His ...
... blood - bolter'd clod , A foe to man , a renegade from God ; From noxious childhood to pernicious age , Separate to infamy , in every stage . CORNWALL remembers yet his first employ , And shuddering tells , with what infernal joy , His ...
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... on With his base tankard ! -0 , the sneaking varlet ! It makes me weep to hear his piteous tale , Yet my blood boils to run and cudgel him . From Rayner , a Tragedy . FROM THE KITTEN . The nimblest tumbler , stage - JOANNA BAILLIE . 45.
... on With his base tankard ! -0 , the sneaking varlet ! It makes me weep to hear his piteous tale , Yet my blood boils to run and cudgel him . From Rayner , a Tragedy . FROM THE KITTEN . The nimblest tumbler , stage - JOANNA BAILLIE . 45.
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... blood - stain'd victory , in story bright , Can give the philosophic mind delight ; No triumph please while rage and death destroy : Reflection sickens at the monstrous joy . And where the joy , if rightly understood , Like cheerful ...
... blood - stain'd victory , in story bright , Can give the philosophic mind delight ; No triumph please while rage and death destroy : Reflection sickens at the monstrous joy . And where the joy , if rightly understood , Like cheerful ...
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Страница 111 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Страница 417 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue...
Страница 109 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea 30 Give themselves up to jollity...
Страница 106 - My brother John and I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.' ' How many are you, then,' said I, * If they two are in heaven ?' Quick was the little Maid's reply,
Страница 413 - 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 : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Страница 112 - Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Страница 380 - The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn: Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
Страница 414 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy...
Страница 167 - That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright, And that he knew it was a fiend...
Страница 108 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose, The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.