An Anthology of Pure Poetry: Edited with an IntroductionGeorge Moore Boni and Liveright, 1924 - 174 páginas |
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... poet , ringleted , pen- sive , beautiful , goose quill in hand , and the fortune of the volume being to open at The Sensitive Plant , my imagination was so fanned by the description of the garden that I could not do else than rush to my ...
... poet , ringleted , pen- sive , beautiful , goose quill in hand , and the fortune of the volume being to open at The Sensitive Plant , my imagination was so fanned by the description of the garden that I could not do else than rush to my ...
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... poet , that he could not understand why I should take so much pleasure in reading bad verses . Yet he was not indifferent to poetry , and to persuade me to read better verses he recited the beautiful lines from Christabel : The night is ...
... poet , that he could not understand why I should take so much pleasure in reading bad verses . Yet he was not indifferent to poetry , and to persuade me to read better verses he recited the beautiful lines from Christabel : The night is ...
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... poet to me , I sought for another name betokening poetry . The name Kirke White seemed to herald a poet , although not so great a poet as the name Percy Bysshe Shelley ; I am quite sure I did not place the same reliance on the name of ...
... poet to me , I sought for another name betokening poetry . The name Kirke White seemed to herald a poet , although not so great a poet as the name Percy Bysshe Shelley ; I am quite sure I did not place the same reliance on the name of ...
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... poets , but in none so flagrantly as I did in Shelley . We often went to Castle Carra for picnics , and I think it has been mentioned in some autobiographi- cal works that the old gateway always excited my mother to recite a passage ...
... poets , but in none so flagrantly as I did in Shelley . We often went to Castle Carra for picnics , and I think it has been mentioned in some autobiographi- cal works that the old gateway always excited my mother to recite a passage ...
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... and in the words Si je suis droite et grande the tulip is heard speaking , and again in the words Mon air est féodal . And if Balzac had not included two other samples of Lucien de Rubempré's poetic genius and Gautier had not [ 14 ]
... and in the words Si je suis droite et grande the tulip is heard speaking , and again in the words Mon air est féodal . And if Balzac had not included two other samples of Lucien de Rubempré's poetic genius and Gautier had not [ 14 ]
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Términos y frases comunes
air est anthology aweary beautiful Ben Jonson birds blow blue breath bright Camelot cloud Corot Courbet Cuckoo dance dead delight Edgar Allan Poe eyes fair fairy father feet flowers free verse FREEMAN Gold wings greasy Joan doth green grey HAMADRYAD hang hark Haunted Palace hear heard hill Joan doth keel keel the pot kiss LA MARE Lady of Shalott lark light lilies linnet live Love good-morrow lulla lullaby maiden Manet MARE married ear merrily merry note mind Mocks married MOORE morality morning Muses never night Norton Wood painter painting Percy Bysshe Shelley picture pipe poem poets and poetesses pure poetry RHAICOS roses Shelley shepherd Sing willow sings the staring song soul Spring staring owl sweet tears tell thee thou thoughts tree trilogy Tu-who Ulalume verses weep William Blake William Shakespeare wind yellow
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Página 102 - But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover! A savage place! as holy and enchanted As e'er beneath a waning moon was haunted By woman wailing for her demon-lover!
Página 68 - Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, O, prepare it ! My part of death, no one so true Did share it.
Página 137 - TO HELEN. Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
Página 77 - QUEEN and huntress, chaste and fair, Now the sun is laid to sleep, Seated in thy silver chair, State in wonted manner keep: Hesperus entreats thy light, Goddess excellently bright. Earth, let not thy envious shade Dare itself to interpose; Cynthia's shining orb was made Heaven to clear when day did close: Bless us then with wished sight, Goddess excellently bright.
Página 61 - When daisies pied, and violets blue. And lady-smocks all silver-white, And cuckoo-buds of yellow hue, Do paint the meadows with delight. The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men ; for thus sings he., Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Página 108 - I hang like a roof, The mountains its columns be. The triumphal arch through which I march With hurricane, fire, and snow, When the powers of the air are chained to my chair, Is the million-colored bow; The sphere-fire above its soft colors wove, While the moist earth was laughing below.
Página 80 - Sweet air blow soft, mount larks aloft To give my Love good-morrow ! Wings from the wind to please her mind Notes from the lark I'll borrow ; Bird prune thy wing, nightingale sing, To give my Love good-morrow ; To give my Love good-morrow Notes from them both I'll borrow.
Página 102 - IN Xanadu did Kubla Khan A stately pleasure-dome decree : Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea. So twice five miles of fertile ground With walls and towers were girdled round : And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ; And here were forests ancient as the hills, Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.
Página 133 - For often thro' the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights, And music, went to Camelot ; Or when the moon was overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed ; " I am half sick of shadows,
Página 23 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men; for thus sings he, Cuckoo; Cuckoo, cuckoo: O word of fear, Unpleasing to a married ear!