Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyScott, Webster & Geary, 1842 - 490 sider |
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... Mountains ...... 211 Love ....... 165 Immortality of Love ....... 213 Rural Nurture 168 Funeral Procession of Arvalan ib . The Phantom Ship and its Crew .... 169 Aerial Muse ... 215 Sonnet ....... 170 The Banian Tree ... 216 Youth and ...
... Mountains ...... 211 Love ....... 165 Immortality of Love ....... 213 Rural Nurture 168 Funeral Procession of Arvalan ib . The Phantom Ship and its Crew .... 169 Aerial Muse ... 215 Sonnet ....... 170 The Banian Tree ... 216 Youth and ...
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... mountains grace , And brushwood breaks the amplitude of space . Perplex'd with terms so vague and undefined , I blunder on ; till , wilder'd , giddy , blind , Where'er I turn , on clouds I seem to tread ; And call for Mandeville , to ...
... mountains grace , And brushwood breaks the amplitude of space . Perplex'd with terms so vague and undefined , I blunder on ; till , wilder'd , giddy , blind , Where'er I turn , on clouds I seem to tread ; And call for Mandeville , to ...
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... mountain run , And with my mind's thick gloom obscure the sun . " Heavens ! if our ancient vigour were not fled , Could verse like this be written ? or be read ? Verse ! that's the mellow fruit of toil intense , Inspired by genius , and ...
... mountain run , And with my mind's thick gloom obscure the sun . " Heavens ! if our ancient vigour were not fled , Could verse like this be written ? or be read ? Verse ! that's the mellow fruit of toil intense , Inspired by genius , and ...
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... mountain rise , And often found Life's hopes to stand Ou props as weak in Wisdom's eyes : Its conic crown Still sliding down , Again heap'd up , then down again ; The sand above more hollow grew , Like days and years still filtering ...
... mountain rise , And often found Life's hopes to stand Ou props as weak in Wisdom's eyes : Its conic crown Still sliding down , Again heap'd up , then down again ; The sand above more hollow grew , Like days and years still filtering ...
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... mountain , wood , or mead ; He knew the worms that on the foliage feed ; Knew the small tribes that ' scape the careless eye , The plant's disease that breeds the embryo - fly ; And the small creatures , who on bark or bough Enjoy their ...
... mountain , wood , or mead ; He knew the worms that on the foliage feed ; Knew the small tribes that ' scape the careless eye , The plant's disease that breeds the embryo - fly ; And the small creatures , who on bark or bough Enjoy their ...
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Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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...
Side 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,
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 414 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy...
Side 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...
Side 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.