The English Poets, Zväzok 4Thomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1893 |
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... look Into our minds , into the mind of man- My haunt , and the main region of my song . -Beauty - a living presence of the earth , Surpassing the most fair ideal forms Which craft of delicate spirits hath composed From earth's materials ...
... look Into our minds , into the mind of man- My haunt , and the main region of my song . -Beauty - a living presence of the earth , Surpassing the most fair ideal forms Which craft of delicate spirits hath composed From earth's materials ...
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... look steadily at my subject . ' Where he succeeded - and no man can always in thought and imagination see what he wants to see - there was the fire and energy and life of truth , stamping all his words , governing his music and his ...
... look steadily at my subject . ' Where he succeeded - and no man can always in thought and imagination see what he wants to see - there was the fire and energy and life of truth , stamping all his words , governing his music and his ...
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... looks , and her heart is in heaven : but they fade , The mist and the river , the hill and the shade : The stream will ... look round on your Mother Earth , As if she for no purpose bore you ; As if you were her first - born birth , And ...
... looks , and her heart is in heaven : but they fade , The mist and the river , the hill and the shade : The stream will ... look round on your Mother Earth , As if she for no purpose bore you ; As if you were her first - born birth , And ...
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... joys are now no more , And all its dizzy raptures . Not for this Faint I , nor mourn nor murmur ; other gifts Have followed ; for such loss , I would believe , Abundant recompense . For I have learned To look on 20 THE ENGLISH POETS .
... joys are now no more , And all its dizzy raptures . Not for this Faint I , nor mourn nor murmur ; other gifts Have followed ; for such loss , I would believe , Abundant recompense . For I have learned To look on 20 THE ENGLISH POETS .
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Thomas Humphry Ward. Abundant recompense . For I have learned To look on nature , not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth ; but hearing oftentimes The still , sad music of humanity , Nor harsh nor grating , though of ample power To ...
Thomas Humphry Ward. Abundant recompense . For I have learned To look on nature , not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth ; but hearing oftentimes The still , sad music of humanity , Nor harsh nor grating , though of ample power To ...
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Strana 28 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Strana 453 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
Strana 324 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning.
Strana 459 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Looked at each other with a wild surmise: Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Strana 53 - Stern Lawgiver ! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace ; Nor know we any thing so fair As is the smile upon thy face : Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads ; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong ; And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.
Strana 41 - THE SOLITARY REAPER. Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass ! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain ; O listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Strana 124 - O Lady ! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does Nature live; Ours is her wedding-garment, ours her shroud ! And would we aught behold, of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah ! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth — And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!
Strana 457 - 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.
Strana 83 - EARTH has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will:...
Strana 59 - High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised : But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing ; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence : truths that wake, To perish never...