Landscape in Poetry from Homer to TennysonMacmillan and Company, 1897 - 302 من الصفحات |
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... presents a comparison with the calamitous woes of the House of Labdacus- As when a wave , where Thracian blasts blow strong On that tempestuous shore , Up surges from the depth beneath the sea , And from the deep abyss Rolls the black ...
... presents a comparison with the calamitous woes of the House of Labdacus- As when a wave , where Thracian blasts blow strong On that tempestuous shore , Up surges from the depth beneath the sea , And from the deep abyss Rolls the black ...
الصفحة 28
... presents in the quiet " homestead , after which history happily does not inquire any more than it inquires after history . " 3 And as this collection is comparatively little known , I will venture upon a few speci- mens which may show ...
... presents in the quiet " homestead , after which history happily does not inquire any more than it inquires after history . " 3 And as this collection is comparatively little known , I will venture upon a few speci- mens which may show ...
الصفحة 33
... presents- Here , here is the swallow , bringing happy hours , happy years ; white below is she , black above . . . . But if you will not give , we will not put up with it , [ we may carry off ] the little wife who is sitting indoors ...
... presents- Here , here is the swallow , bringing happy hours , happy years ; white below is she , black above . . . . But if you will not give , we will not put up with it , [ we may carry off ] the little wife who is sitting indoors ...
الصفحة 55
... presents itself to Ovid's prosaic ingenuity ; and Guido's one deeply inspired work , the justly famous Rospigliosi Aurora , owes nothing of its poetry to the verses which are supposed to have been the painter's text . 1 As poetry , that ...
... presents itself to Ovid's prosaic ingenuity ; and Guido's one deeply inspired work , the justly famous Rospigliosi Aurora , owes nothing of its poetry to the verses which are supposed to have been the painter's text . 1 As poetry , that ...
الصفحة 71
... of life in past and present times , which render Cosmos worthy of an attention now - it may be feared - seldom given . 66 " It is characteristic of Hebrew poetry in reference CHAP . VI LANDSCAPE IN THE HEBREW POETRY 71.
... of life in past and present times , which render Cosmos worthy of an attention now - it may be feared - seldom given . 66 " It is characteristic of Hebrew poetry in reference CHAP . VI LANDSCAPE IN THE HEBREW POETRY 71.
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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.