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... poem is descriptive of in- dividual passion , if it is , for instance , a father rejoicing over the victorics and ... poems ( whose authen- ticity has now become undisputed ) of Mer- him , Taleissin , and Aneurin , as well as in other ...
... poem is descriptive of in- dividual passion , if it is , for instance , a father rejoicing over the victorics and ... poems ( whose authen- ticity has now become undisputed ) of Mer- him , Taleissin , and Aneurin , as well as in other ...
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... , * An Italian Tale , with Three Drama- tic Scenes , and other Poems . By Barry Cornwall . London , 1820 . is as pleasant and commodious as I could wish it 1820. ] Remarks on Marcian Colonna , Remarks on Marcian Colonna.
... , * An Italian Tale , with Three Drama- tic Scenes , and other Poems . By Barry Cornwall . London , 1820 . is as pleasant and commodious as I could wish it 1820. ] Remarks on Marcian Colonna , Remarks on Marcian Colonna.
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... poem , although an attempt of a higher kind , and aiming at a wider range of emotion , than any of his former productions , that we still delight to pause . We are not parti- cularly attached to his mad hero , or to his more laboured ...
... poem , although an attempt of a higher kind , and aiming at a wider range of emotion , than any of his former productions , that we still delight to pause . We are not parti- cularly attached to his mad hero , or to his more laboured ...
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... poets , from the Odyssey and the Æneid , down to Don Juan , they are encoun- tered by a storm . Although it is a kind ... poem have all , like Sir John Falstaff , 66 a kind of alacrity in sinking ; " however , drown- ing is a death which ...
... poets , from the Odyssey and the Æneid , down to Don Juan , they are encoun- tered by a storm . Although it is a kind ... poem have all , like Sir John Falstaff , 66 a kind of alacrity in sinking ; " however , drown- ing is a death which ...
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... poem , although there are many splendid invocations and de- scriptions , to which we have not been of the Dramatic ... poetic world are striving hard at it , we think , with very little to do for their pains . Mr Shelley has beat his ...
... poem , although there are many splendid invocations and de- scriptions , to which we have not been of the Dramatic ... poetic world are striving hard at it , we think , with very little to do for their pains . Mr Shelley has beat his ...
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Página 315 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Página 315 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the queen-moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry fays...
Página 315 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
Página 542 - Wherefore if they shall say unto you, Behold, He is in the desert ; go not forth : behold, He is in the secret chambers ; believe it not. For as the lightning cometh out of the east, and shineth even unto the west ; so shall also the coming of the Son of man be.
Página 315 - But here there is no light Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs...
Página 450 - Had thrilled my guileless Genevieve ; The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long ! She wept with pity and delight ; She blushed with love, and maiden shame ; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name. Her bosom heaved — she stepped aside, As conscious of my look she stept — Then suddenly with timorous eye, She fled to me and wept.
Página 314 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon. And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon ; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest.
Página 314 - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush'd with blood of queens and kings.
Página 314 - Anon his heart revives : her vespers done, Of all its wreathed pearls her hair she frees; Unclasps her warmed jewels one by one; Loosens her fragrant boddice; by degrees Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees...
Página 315 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that ofttimes hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.