The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers and a General Introduction, Volumen4Macmillan, 1881 |
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... Faces The Grandame • On an Infant dying as soon as born Work Parental Recollections FELICIA HEMANS ( 1793-1835 ) A Ballad of Roncesvalles A Dirge Casabianca LEIGH HUNT ( 1784-1859 ) • Edmund W. Gosse 323 · 324 : 325 Prof. Dowden 326 328 ...
... Faces The Grandame • On an Infant dying as soon as born Work Parental Recollections FELICIA HEMANS ( 1793-1835 ) A Ballad of Roncesvalles A Dirge Casabianca LEIGH HUNT ( 1784-1859 ) • Edmund W. Gosse 323 · 324 : 325 Prof. Dowden 326 328 ...
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... face of nature : working apart from one another , these two mighty ' Lords of the eye , ' seized and grasped what had always been visible yet never seen , and gave their countrymen capacities of perception and delight hardly yet granted ...
... face of nature : working apart from one another , these two mighty ' Lords of the eye , ' seized and grasped what had always been visible yet never seen , and gave their countrymen capacities of perception and delight hardly yet granted ...
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... face Of human life . I felt that the array Of act and circumstance , and visible form , Is mainly to the pleasure of the mind What passion makes them ; that meanwhile the forms Of Nature have a passion in themselves , That intermingles ...
... face Of human life . I felt that the array Of act and circumstance , and visible form , Is mainly to the pleasure of the mind What passion makes them ; that meanwhile the forms Of Nature have a passion in themselves , That intermingles ...
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... face . Art thou a Man of purple cheer ? A rosy Man , right plump to see ? Approach ; yet , Doctor , not too near , This grave no cushion is for thee . Or art thou one of gallant pride , A Soldier and no man of chaff ? Welcome ! -but lay ...
... face . Art thou a Man of purple cheer ? A rosy Man , right plump to see ? Approach ; yet , Doctor , not too near , This grave no cushion is for thee . Or art thou one of gallant pride , A Soldier and no man of chaff ? Welcome ! -but lay ...
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... face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen . ' To - night will be a stormy night— You to the town must go ; And take a lantern , Child , to light Your mother through the snow . ' ' That , Father ! will I gladly do : ' Tis scarcely ...
... face of Lucy Gray Will never more be seen . ' To - night will be a stormy night— You to the town must go ; And take a lantern , Child , to light Your mother through the snow . ' ' That , Father ! will I gladly do : ' Tis scarcely ...
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Página 459 - 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 28 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Página 324 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning.
Página 60 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, 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 ; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be, In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering, In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Página 386 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear: If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, • Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
Página 457 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease ; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Página 454 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Página 376 - Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them!
Página 383 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art 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.
Página 41 - REAPER Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass ! Reaping and singing by herself ; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain ; O listen ! for the vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.