Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyScott, Webster & Geary, 1842 - 490 strán (strany) |
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... Stars 429 Jeanie 368 Execution of Louis XVI .... 430 The Young Maxwell .. ib . Things to come .. 431 My ain Countree 369 The Entry into Jerusalem 432 The Lass of Lammermoor 370 The Painter .. 433 It's Hame and it's Hame 371 Song 434 To ...
... Stars 429 Jeanie 368 Execution of Louis XVI .... 430 The Young Maxwell .. ib . Things to come .. 431 My ain Countree 369 The Entry into Jerusalem 432 The Lass of Lammermoor 370 The Painter .. 433 It's Hame and it's Hame 371 Song 434 To ...
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... stars , that there is no speech nor language where their voice is not heard ; " but poets were deaf to that all - pervading appeal of which they should have been the legitimate organs and interpreters . How then could it be otherwise ...
... stars , that there is no speech nor language where their voice is not heard ; " but poets were deaf to that all - pervading appeal of which they should have been the legitimate organs and interpreters . How then could it be otherwise ...
Strana 24
... stars , and complaining that men and the very elements had joined in a conspiracy to annoy them . And yet , how miserably had they mistaken the nature of Lord Byron's misanthropy ! It was not his kind in the abstract which he hated ...
... stars , and complaining that men and the very elements had joined in a conspiracy to annoy them . And yet , how miserably had they mistaken the nature of Lord Byron's misanthropy ! It was not his kind in the abstract which he hated ...
Strana 47
... stars that from the pale sky peep ! O welcome all ! to me ye say , My woodland love is on her way . Upon the soft wind floats her hair , Her breath is in the dewy air , Her steps are in the whisper'd sound That steals along the stilly ...
... stars that from the pale sky peep ! O welcome all ! to me ye say , My woodland love is on her way . Upon the soft wind floats her hair , Her breath is in the dewy air , Her steps are in the whisper'd sound That steals along the stilly ...
Strana 130
... stars , around his head , Benignly bright , their mildest influence shed : " Lyre ! O Lyre ! my chosen treasure , Solace of my bleeding heart ; Lyre ! O Lyre ! my only pleasure , We must now for ever part : For in vain thy poet sings ...
... stars , around his head , Benignly bright , their mildest influence shed : " Lyre ! O Lyre ! my chosen treasure , Solace of my bleeding heart ; Lyre ! O Lyre ! my only pleasure , We must now for ever part : For in vain thy poet sings ...
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Strana 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 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...
Strana 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,
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 414 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy...
Strana 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...
Strana 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.