Landscape in Poetry from Homer to TennysonMacmillan and Company, 1897 - 302 من الصفحات |
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... night - scene by the Trojan camp ; the fires are blazing around- As when in heaven the stars about the moon Look beautiful , when all the winds are laid , And every height comes out , and jutting peak And valley , and the immeasurable ...
... night - scene by the Trojan camp ; the fires are blazing around- As when in heaven the stars about the moon Look beautiful , when all the winds are laid , And every height comes out , and jutting peak And valley , and the immeasurable ...
الصفحة 19
... night scene remains for us , written about a century earlier by Alkman of Sardis ( Fl . 670 B.C . ) - Sleep mountain - tops and ravines , Sleep headland and torrent ; Sleep what dark earth bears on her bosom , Green leaves and insects ...
... night scene remains for us , written about a century earlier by Alkman of Sardis ( Fl . 670 B.C . ) - Sleep mountain - tops and ravines , Sleep headland and torrent ; Sleep what dark earth bears on her bosom , Green leaves and insects ...
الصفحة 20
... night long , and the red rose meadows about their city are heavy with the shadowy incense - tree and golden fruits , . . . and happiness about them puts forth all her blossoms.1 Not less characteristic of Pindar's sharply touched ...
... night long , and the red rose meadows about their city are heavy with the shadowy incense - tree and golden fruits , . . . and happiness about them puts forth all her blossoms.1 Not less characteristic of Pindar's sharply touched ...
الصفحة 22
... night scene by Alkman be an exception ; but that reaches us only as an isolated quotation , and we know not what relation it bore to the poem in which it was contained . The Prometheus lifts us at once within the mountain range of ...
... night scene by Alkman be an exception ; but that reaches us only as an isolated quotation , and we know not what relation it bore to the poem in which it was contained . The Prometheus lifts us at once within the mountain range of ...
الصفحة 38
... lavere umida saxa , umida saxa , super viridi stillantia musco , et partim plano scatere atque erumpere campo . V , 737 . v , 948 . heavens , because through the heavens night and the moon 38 CHAP . LANDSCAPE in lucretius , vergiL.
... lavere umida saxa , umida saxa , super viridi stillantia musco , et partim plano scatere atque erumpere campo . V , 737 . v , 948 . heavens , because through the heavens night and the moon 38 CHAP . LANDSCAPE in lucretius , vergiL.
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Aeschylus beauty birds blue boughs breath bright calm Catullus Celtic century charm Chaucer classical clouds Coleridge colour cuckoo deep delight doth early earth Elocutio English exquisite fair feeling flowers fresh garden gift Glen Etive Greek Greek Anthology green hath heart heaven hence Henry Vaughan hills human imaginative Italian Italian poetry Keats land Latin lines literature Lucretius Matthew Arnold mediaeval mind modern moon mountain murmur Nature night nightingale o'er painted passion perhaps Petrarch phrase picture Pindar poem poet poet's poetical Proserpina quote R. W. Church rarely rendered rock Roman scene scenery seems sense sentiment shade Shelley sing Sirmio sleep song sonnet soul Spring stanza stars stream style sweet Tennyson thee Theocritus things thou thought touch trees Vergil verse vignettes waves whilst wild wind woods words Wordsworth δὲ ἐν καὶ τε
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الصفحة 192 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
الصفحة 75 - Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field; let us lodge in the villages. Let us get up early to the vineyards; let us see if the vine flourish, whether the tender grape appear, and the pomegranates bud forth: there will I give thee my loves.
الصفحة 216 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But in embalmed darkness guess each sweet...
الصفحة 217 - 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.
الصفحة 201 - Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, Whether the summer clothe the general earth With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch Of mossy apple-tree, while the nigh thatch Smokes in the sun-thaw; whether the eave-drops fall. Heard only in the trances of the blast, Or if the secret ministry of frost Shall hang them up in silent icicles, Quietly shining to the quiet Moon, DEJECTION.
الصفحة 75 - Although the fig tree shall not blossom, Neither shall fruit be in the vines; The labour of the olive shall fail, And the fields shall yield no meat ; The flock shall be cut off from the fold, And there shall be no herd in the stalls : Yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation.
الصفحة 142 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest.
الصفحة 201 - All this long eve, so balmy and serene, Have I been gazing on the western sky, And its peculiar tint of yellow green: And still I gaze — and with how blank an eye! And those thin clouds above, in flakes and bars, That give away their motion to the stars...
الصفحة 160 - But such as, at this day, to Indians known; In Malabar or Decan spreads her arms, Branching so broad and long, that in the ground The bended twigs take root, and daughters grow About the mother tree, a pillar'd shade, High overarch'd, and echoing walks between...
الصفحة 156 - What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.