A Household Book of English Poetry, Tema 160Macmillan, 1870 - 438 páginas |
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... poets who would easily have yielded me ten or twenty times as much , and of a quality not inferior to that on which my choice has fallen . But if Mr. Palgrave had not forestalled me , I certainly did not feel that any other had so done ...
... poets who would easily have yielded me ten or twenty times as much , and of a quality not inferior to that on which my choice has fallen . But if Mr. Palgrave had not forestalled me , I certainly did not feel that any other had so done ...
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... poets provoking a similar misgiving . Whatever merit or demerit this may imply , the volume here presented lays claim to a certain originality , —or , if that word cannot in this matter be allowed , —to a certain independence of ...
... poets provoking a similar misgiving . Whatever merit or demerit this may imply , the volume here presented lays claim to a certain originality , —or , if that word cannot in this matter be allowed , —to a certain independence of ...
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... poet has written something , in which all that he has of highest and most characteristic has come to a head . Thus I ... poets out of number . This volume nowhere contains extracts from larger poems , but only poems which are complete in ...
... poet has written something , in which all that he has of highest and most characteristic has come to a head . Thus I ... poets out of number . This volume nowhere contains extracts from larger poems , but only poems which are complete in ...
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... poets cannot in all or nearly all instances represent or correspond to their several importance . Some have thrown all , or well nigh all , their poetic faculty into the composition of one or two great poems ; and have very rarely ...
... poets cannot in all or nearly all instances represent or correspond to their several importance . Some have thrown all , or well nigh all , their poetic faculty into the composition of one or two great poems ; and have very rarely ...
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... poets fain would prove Affection to be perfect love ; And that Desire is of that kind , No less a passion of the mind , As if wild beasts and men did seek To like , to love , to choose alike . Sir Walter Raleigh . 25 330 35 V NATURAL ...
... poets fain would prove Affection to be perfect love ; And that Desire is of that kind , No less a passion of the mind , As if wild beasts and men did seek To like , to love , to choose alike . Sir Walter Raleigh . 25 330 35 V NATURAL ...
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Página 252 - The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Página 288 - 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 261 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow; But we steadfastly gazed on the face that was dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Página 291 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Página 347 - There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast — The desert and illimitable air — Lone wandering, but not lost. All day thy wings have fanned, At that far height, the cold, thin atmosphere, Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Página 218 - Nor you, ye proud, impute to these the fault, ' If memory o'er their tomb no trophies raise, Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Página 55 - The glories of our blood and state Are shadows, not substantial things; There is no armour against fate; Death lays his icy hand on kings. Sceptre and crown Must tumble down, And in the dust be equal made With the poor crooked scythe and spade.
Página 382 - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Página 149 - Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
Página 288 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...