Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyScott, Webster & Geary, 1842 - 490 من الصفحات |
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... feeling which , after having been lulled so long by those monotonous narcotic strains , began to arouse itself , and crave for something more exciting . This demand would of itself have been sufficient for the destruction of the old ...
... feeling which , after having been lulled so long by those monotonous narcotic strains , began to arouse itself , and crave for something more exciting . This demand would of itself have been sufficient for the destruction of the old ...
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... feel in like manner , without possessing the power or the hardihood to give those feelings a voice . Thus it was that even his Doric dialect , which had always grated so harshly in the ears of England , suddenly acquired in popular ...
... feel in like manner , without possessing the power or the hardihood to give those feelings a voice . Thus it was that even his Doric dialect , which had always grated so harshly in the ears of England , suddenly acquired in popular ...
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... feeling , Lord Byron was as com- pletely evoked from his original obscurity , as was Napoleon himself from the first subsiding elements of the French Revo- lution - and , like Napoleon , he came forward to astonish , over- throw , and ...
... feeling , Lord Byron was as com- pletely evoked from his original obscurity , as was Napoleon himself from the first subsiding elements of the French Revo- lution - and , like Napoleon , he came forward to astonish , over- throw , and ...
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... feeling breaking through the darkness of his poetry , like lightning through a thunder - cloud , that in- vested with a glorious halo what would otherwise have been an unmitigated and forbidden gloom , so that hostility was softened ...
... feeling breaking through the darkness of his poetry , like lightning through a thunder - cloud , that in- vested with a glorious halo what would otherwise have been an unmitigated and forbidden gloom , so that hostility was softened ...
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... feel- ing has been no mere transient whim , or prudish affectation , has been shown by that poetry of the present ... feeling , or melting ten- derness , which are wrung by fits from the better nature of Lord Byron - and , above all ...
... feel- ing has been no mere transient whim , or prudish affectation , has been shown by that poetry of the present ... feeling , or melting ten- derness , which are wrung by fits from the better nature of Lord Byron - and , above all ...
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الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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,
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.
الصفحة 414 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy...
الصفحة 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...
الصفحة 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.