Poems by Wordsworth, Coleridge, Shelley, and KeatsJames Weber Linn H. Holt and Company, 1911 - Всего страниц: 215 |
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... rest of Europe , perhaps most gravely interested in what we vaguely call " democracy " -that is , the question of how best to govern men by educating them to govern them- selves . The French Revolution had begun in 1789 , con- tinued ...
... rest of Europe , perhaps most gravely interested in what we vaguely call " democracy " -that is , the question of how best to govern men by educating them to govern them- selves . The French Revolution had begun in 1789 , con- tinued ...
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... rest of his days were to be passed even more simply . True , just before the close of the century he went abroad , spending a very cold winter in Goslar , a little German town , where he wrote some of his best poems . His sister ...
... rest of his days were to be passed even more simply . True , just before the close of the century he went abroad , spending a very cold winter in Goslar , a little German town , where he wrote some of his best poems . His sister ...
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... lines . " And listens like a three - years child- The Mariner hath his will , " is Wordsworth's ; so is " And he was long and lank and brown As is the ribbed sea - sand . " All the rest of the poem is Coleridge's own . XXX Introduction.
... lines . " And listens like a three - years child- The Mariner hath his will , " is Wordsworth's ; so is " And he was long and lank and brown As is the ribbed sea - sand . " All the rest of the poem is Coleridge's own . XXX Introduction.
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James Weber Linn. All the rest of the poem is Coleridge's own . As he worked over the poem the scope of it grew larger ; the poet aban- doned the idea of printing it in a magazine , and began to think of making it the central poem of a ...
James Weber Linn. All the rest of the poem is Coleridge's own . As he worked over the poem the scope of it grew larger ; the poet aban- doned the idea of printing it in a magazine , and began to think of making it the central poem of a ...
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... Walter Scott , among others , knew of it ; and Coleridge always believed and declared that Scott took from Christabel the meter of the Lady of the Lake , The Lay of the Last Minstrel , and the rest of the xxxii Introduction.
... Walter Scott , among others , knew of it ; and Coleridge always believed and declared that Scott took from Christabel the meter of the Lady of the Lake , The Lay of the Last Minstrel , and the rest of the xxxii Introduction.
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Стр. 116 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Стр. 27 - Earth has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers,, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Стр. 159 - 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...
Стр. 185 - I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER. I REMEMBER, I remember The house where I was born, The little window where the sun Came peeping in at morn ; He never came a wink too soon. Nor brought too long a day ; But now I often wish the night Had borne my breath away ! I remember, I remember...
Стр. 54 - 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 : truths that wake To perish never...
Стр. 54 - But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings ; Blank misgivings of a creature Moving about in worlds not realized...
Стр. 162 - 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; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn...
Стр. 110 - O WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air)...
Стр. 121 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields, or waves, or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? What ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be: Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee: Thou lovest - but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Стр. 68 - The shadow of the dome of pleasure Floated midway on the waves; Where was heard the mingled measure From the fountain and the caves. It was a miracle of rare device, A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!