Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyScott, Webster & Geary, 1842 - 490 strán (strany) |
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Strana 23
... tears such as angels weep burst forth , " to attest that his heart still yearned with the fondest sympathies of our nature . It was these keen sud- den flashes of human feeling breaking through the darkness of his poetry , like ...
... tears such as angels weep burst forth , " to attest that his heart still yearned with the fondest sympathies of our nature . It was these keen sud- den flashes of human feeling breaking through the darkness of his poetry , like ...
Strana 38
... tear ; while , borne along By the full tide of unresisted song , I stop not to inquire if all be just ; But take her goodness , as her grief , on trust , Till calm reflection checks me , and I see The heroine as she was , and ought to ...
... tear ; while , borne along By the full tide of unresisted song , I stop not to inquire if all be just ; But take her goodness , as her grief , on trust , Till calm reflection checks me , and I see The heroine as she was , and ought to ...
Strana 41
... tears . Volt . ( Passing the back of his hand across his eyes ) Faith , so they are ; well , well , but I smiled too : You heard the shouting ? Rosin . and Fred . Yes . Volt . O ! had you seen it ! Drawn out in goodly ranks , there ...
... tears . Volt . ( Passing the back of his hand across his eyes ) Faith , so they are ; well , well , but I smiled too : You heard the shouting ? Rosin . and Fred . Yes . Volt . O ! had you seen it ! Drawn out in goodly ranks , there ...
Strana 42
... tear - choked voice , As though he would some grateful answer make ; When back with double force the whelming tide Of passion came ; high o'er his hoary head His arm he toss'd , and , heedless of respect , In Basil's bosom hid his aged ...
... tear - choked voice , As though he would some grateful answer make ; When back with double force the whelming tide Of passion came ; high o'er his hoary head His arm he toss'd , and , heedless of respect , In Basil's bosom hid his aged ...
Strana 50
... tear , The joy dissembled , and the well - feign'd fear , All these were his ; and his each treach'rous art That steals the guileless and unpractised heart . Too soon he heard of fair Ianthe's fame , ' Twas each enamour'd shepherd's fav ...
... tear , The joy dissembled , and the well - feign'd fear , All these were his ; and his each treach'rous art That steals the guileless and unpractised heart . Too soon he heard of fair Ianthe's fame , ' Twas each enamour'd shepherd's fav ...
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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.