Thoughts on the PoetsC.S. Francis & Company, 1846 - 318 Seiten |
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... breathes of her pride , coldness , and reserve , betray a consciousness , on her part , more gratifying as proofs of interest , from such a woman , than the sweetest blandish- ments of the less sustained and magnanimous of the sex . It ...
... breathes of her pride , coldness , and reserve , betray a consciousness , on her part , more gratifying as proofs of interest , from such a woman , than the sweetest blandish- ments of the less sustained and magnanimous of the sex . It ...
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... breath of mountain air to the weary wayfarer . There are few writers of the period more generally beloved than Dr. Goldsmith . Of his contemporaries , Burke excelled him in splendor of diction , and Johnson in depth of thought . The ...
... breath of mountain air to the weary wayfarer . There are few writers of the period more generally beloved than Dr. Goldsmith . Of his contemporaries , Burke excelled him in splendor of diction , and Johnson in depth of thought . The ...
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... breathe and walk again : The meanest floweret of the vale , The simplest note that swells the gale , The common sun , the air , the skies , To him are opening paradise . Humble quiet builds her cell Near the source whence pleasure flows ...
... breathe and walk again : The meanest floweret of the vale , The simplest note that swells the gale , The common sun , the air , the skies , To him are opening paradise . Humble quiet builds her cell Near the source whence pleasure flows ...
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... breathe and words that burn . The beauties and deficiencies of Gray , both as a man and a poet , are traceable to his fastidious taste . This bounded his social nature , while it wove strong and pure ties between his mind and outward ...
... breathe and words that burn . The beauties and deficiencies of Gray , both as a man and a poet , are traceable to his fastidious taste . This bounded his social nature , while it wove strong and pure ties between his mind and outward ...
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... hanging rock to sleep . He tells us that simplicity is by Nature taught To breathe her genuine thought , In numbers warmly pure and sweetly strong . Here we have a perfect definition in common but adequate 68 THOUGHTS ON THE POETS .
... hanging rock to sleep . He tells us that simplicity is by Nature taught To breathe her genuine thought , In numbers warmly pure and sweetly strong . Here we have a perfect definition in common but adequate 68 THOUGHTS ON THE POETS .
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Seite 235 - Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
Seite 84 - Kent. Vex not his ghost. O, let him pass! He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Seite 223 - 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...
Seite 60 - See the wretch, that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again : The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
Seite 250 - Until the poppied warmth of sleep oppress'd Her soothed limbs, and soul fatigued away ; Flown, like a thought, until the morrow-day ; Blissfully haven'd both from joy and pain; Clasp'd like a missal where swart Paynims pray; Blinded alike from sunshine and from rain, As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again.
Seite 147 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Seite 310 - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty ; and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware.
Seite 278 - Dower'd with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love.
Seite 98 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Seite 192 - MINE be a cot beside the hill ; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch, Shall twitter from her clay-built nest; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.