Otia: Poems, Essays & ReviewsJohn Lane, 1905 - 280 sider |
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Side 131 - The business of a poet," said Imlac, "is to examine, not the individual, but the species; to remark general properties and large appearances: he does not number the streaks of the tulip, or describe the different shades in the verdure of the forest.
Side 84 - Two voices are there: one is of the deep; It learns the storm-cloud's thunderous melody, Now roars, now murmurs with the changing sea, Now bird-like pipes, now closes soft in sleep; And one is of an old half-witted sheep Which bleats articulate monotony, And indicates that two and one are three, That grass is green, lakes damp, and mountains steep: And, Wordsworth, both are thine...
Side 78 - Israel shall be thy name: and with the stones he built an altar in the name of the LORD : and he made a trench about the altar, as great as would contain two measures of seed.
Side 118 - It flows through old hushed Egypt and its sands, Like some grave mighty thought threading a dream And times and things, as in that vision, seem Keeping along it their eternal stands,— Caves, pillars, pyramids, the shepherd bands That roamed through the young world, the glory extreme Of high Sesostris, and that southern beam, The laughing queen that caught the world's great hands. Then comes a mightier silence, stern and strong, As of a world left empty of its throng, And the void weighs on us;...
Side 134 - Thy sidelong pillowed meekness, Thy thanks to all that aid, Thy heart, in pain and weakness, Of fancied faults afraid; The little trembling hand That wipes thy quiet tears, These, these are things that may demand Dread memories for years.
Side 66 - An ecstasy to music turned, Impelled by what his happy bill Disperses; drinking, showering still, Unthinking — save that he may give His voice the outlet, there to live Renewed in endless notes of glee, (So thirsty of his voice is he,) For all to hear and all to know That He is joy, awake, aglow; The tumult of the heart to hear Through pureness filtered crystal-clear, — And know the pleasure sprinkled bright By simple singing of delight, Shrill, irreflective, unrestrained, Rapt, ringing on the...
Side 30 - Maeviad squabashed at one blow a set of coxcombs, who might have humbugged the world long enough.
Side 215 - There is a gallery of them, and of all in that gallery I may say that I know the tone of the voice, and the colour of the hair, every flame of the eye, the very clothes they wear.
Side 245 - Some turn the wheel of electricity ; some suspend rings to a load-stone, and find that what they did yesterday they can do again today. Some register the changes of the wind, and die fully convinced that the wind is changeable. There are men yet more profound, who have heard that two...
Side 119 - Nymphs is ! especially the second part. It is truly poetical, in the intense and emphatic sense of the word.