Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyScott, Webster & Geary, 1842 - 490 páginas |
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... - work of poetry , pervaded also its spirit . It was no longer a glowing delineation , a vivid picture , of either external or internal nature . If woods and lawns , hills and dales , trees 66 and rivers , were introduced , it was merely.
... - work of poetry , pervaded also its spirit . It was no longer a glowing delineation , a vivid picture , of either external or internal nature . If woods and lawns , hills and dales , trees 66 and rivers , were introduced , it was merely.
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... woods , lawns , and meadows , vanished like a flimsy frost - work , in the hot blast that had passed over them . It was indeed a " Reign of Terror " that thus prepared the way for the coming of the new order of things ; and , as in ...
... woods , lawns , and meadows , vanished like a flimsy frost - work , in the hot blast that had passed over them . It was indeed a " Reign of Terror " that thus prepared the way for the coming of the new order of things ; and , as in ...
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... wood , On chest or window by my side : At every birth still thou wert near , Still spoke thine admonitions clear , — And , when my husband died . I've often watch'd thy streaming sand , And seen the growing mountain rise , And often ...
... wood , On chest or window by my side : At every birth still thou wert near , Still spoke thine admonitions clear , — And , when my husband died . I've often watch'd thy streaming sand , And seen the growing mountain rise , And often ...
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... 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 changes ...
... 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 changes ...
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... wood and groves , In fields and lanes , and talk'd of plants and loves , And loves of plants . - Said Finch , " Augusta , dear , You said you loved to learn , —were you sincere ? Do you remember that you told me once How much you ...
... wood and groves , In fields and lanes , and talk'd of plants and loves , And loves of plants . - Said Finch , " Augusta , dear , You said you loved to learn , —were you sincere ? Do you remember that you told me once How much you ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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,
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 414 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy...
Página 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...
Página 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.