Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyScott, Webster & Geary, 1842 - 490 páginas |
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... dark , or grove , or fairy ring : Still buoying up the timid mind of youth , Till loitering Reason hoists the scale ... Darkness unusual overspread their home ; A chilling blast was felt : the foremost cloud Sprinkled the bubbling pool ...
... dark , or grove , or fairy ring : Still buoying up the timid mind of youth , Till loitering Reason hoists the scale ... Darkness unusual overspread their home ; A chilling blast was felt : the foremost cloud Sprinkled the bubbling pool ...
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... dark cascade . Down the steep cliff I wind my way Along the dim retreat , And , ' mid the torrents ' deafening bray , Dash from my brow the foam away , Where clashing cataracts meet . And now I leave the rocks below , And issuing forth ...
... dark cascade . Down the steep cliff I wind my way Along the dim retreat , And , ' mid the torrents ' deafening bray , Dash from my brow the foam away , Where clashing cataracts meet . And now I leave the rocks below , And issuing forth ...
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... dark with many a braid That clasp'd its tendrils to retain The stone its roots had writhed in twain ? No zephyr on the leaflet play'd , No bent grass bow'd its slender blade , The coiled snake lay slumber - bound ; All mute , all ...
... dark with many a braid That clasp'd its tendrils to retain The stone its roots had writhed in twain ? No zephyr on the leaflet play'd , No bent grass bow'd its slender blade , The coiled snake lay slumber - bound ; All mute , all ...
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... dark , nought through the gloom discern'd , Nought save the crucifix , the rosary , And the grey habit lying by to shroud Her beauty and grace . When on her knees she fell , Entering the solemn place of consecration , And from the ...
... dark , nought through the gloom discern'd , Nought save the crucifix , the rosary , And the grey habit lying by to shroud Her beauty and grace . When on her knees she fell , Entering the solemn place of consecration , And from the ...
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... darkness , Darkness and long oblivion ! Then , indeed , Where lurk'd not danger ? through the fairy - land , No seat of pleasure glittering half - way down- No ROGERS . 91 Italy in the Middle Ages.
... darkness , Darkness and long oblivion ! Then , indeed , Where lurk'd not danger ? through the fairy - land , No seat of pleasure glittering half - way down- No ROGERS . 91 Italy in the Middle Ages.
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Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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,
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 414 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy...
Página 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...
Página 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.