The Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyRobert Aris Willmott Harper & Brothers, 1881 - Всего страниц: 674 |
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... spring of 1819 , when the fatal disease lay so heavy at his heart , that Coleridge , meeting him in a lane near Highgate , remarked — " There is death in that hand . " The stanzas beginning " The sun upon the Weirdlaw Hill " become more ...
... spring of 1819 , when the fatal disease lay so heavy at his heart , that Coleridge , meeting him in a lane near Highgate , remarked — " There is death in that hand . " The stanzas beginning " The sun upon the Weirdlaw Hill " become more ...
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... SPRING 29 ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD . SONNET ...... 30 A SUMMER EVENING'S MEDITATION .......... 73 SONNET ON THE DEPARTURE OF THE NIGHT- A PETITION 77 INGALE ib . FROM ' BEACHY HEAD " . 31 HANNAH MORE . ANNA SEWARD . FLORIO AND HIS FRIEND ...
... SPRING 29 ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD . SONNET ...... 30 A SUMMER EVENING'S MEDITATION .......... 73 SONNET ON THE DEPARTURE OF THE NIGHT- A PETITION 77 INGALE ib . FROM ' BEACHY HEAD " . 31 HANNAH MORE . ANNA SEWARD . FLORIO AND HIS FRIEND ...
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... SPRING ..... 134 THE SOLDIER'S DREAM .. 180 THE EXILE OF ERIN ... 181 JOHN KEATS . ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE ..... DRINKING SONG OF MUNICH 183 135 LOCHIEL'S WARNING ... 184 HOHENLINDEN ......... 187 SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE . BATTLE OF THE ...
... SPRING ..... 134 THE SOLDIER'S DREAM .. 180 THE EXILE OF ERIN ... 181 JOHN KEATS . ODE TO A NIGHTINGALE ..... DRINKING SONG OF MUNICH 183 135 LOCHIEL'S WARNING ... 184 HOHENLINDEN ......... 187 SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE . BATTLE OF THE ...
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... SPRING ...... 217 THE WELSH HILLS THE WORLD OF WOE 261 263 THALABA IN THE TENT OF MOATH 265 THOMAS MOORE . ᄂ SUNLIGHT ON THE OCEAN 270 THE LAMENT OF THE PERI FOR HINDA .... 218 NOURMAHAL ............ 220 CAROLINE BOWLES ( MRS . SOUTHEY ) ...
... SPRING ...... 217 THE WELSH HILLS THE WORLD OF WOE 261 263 THALABA IN THE TENT OF MOATH 265 THOMAS MOORE . ᄂ SUNLIGHT ON THE OCEAN 270 THE LAMENT OF THE PERI FOR HINDA .... 218 NOURMAHAL ............ 220 CAROLINE BOWLES ( MRS . SOUTHEY ) ...
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... SPRING ... 634 * IT WAS IN THE PRIME .. 635 THOMAS BUCHANAN READ . THE WAYSIDE SPRING .. ETHEL LYNN BEERS . THE CLOSING SCENE * A DOG'S - DAY ENDED 636 XV BUBJECT . AFAR IN THE DESERT . ... Pringle X CONTENTS .
... SPRING ... 634 * IT WAS IN THE PRIME .. 635 THOMAS BUCHANAN READ . THE WAYSIDE SPRING .. ETHEL LYNN BEERS . THE CLOSING SCENE * A DOG'S - DAY ENDED 636 XV BUBJECT . AFAR IN THE DESERT . ... Pringle X CONTENTS .
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The Poets of the Nineteenth Century Robert Aris Willmott,Evert Augustus Duyckinck Полный просмотр - 1858 |
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Amelia Opie beam beauty beneath bird blue bosom Bouillabaisse bower breast breath bright brow charms cheek cloud dark dead dear deep delight DEN BOSCH Ditto dread dream earth F. O. C. Darley face fair fear flowers friends gaze gentle gleam glory grave green hand hast hath heard heart heaven hill hour James Godwin Kilmeny LEWESDON HILL light living lonely look lov'd morning mother murmur never night o'er ocean old oaken bucket pride rocks rose round SACK OF BALTIMORE scene seem'd shade shadow shining shore sigh sight silent Sir Bedivere sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit spring stars storm stream summer sweet tears thee thine thou art thought tree trembling Twas vale VISIT FROM ST voice W. D. Howells wandering wave weep wild wind wings wood youth
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Стр. 138 - Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?
Стр. 137 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
Стр. 155 - Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse ; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain. " She shall be sportive as the fawn, That wild with glee across the lawn Or up the mountain springs; And hers shall be the breathing balm, And hers the silence and the calm Of mute insensate things.
Стр. 467 - Wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; — Vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease of sorrow — Sorrow for the lost Lenore — For the rare and radiant maiden Whom the angels name Lenore — Nameless here for evermore.
Стр. 368 - Nay, not so," Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, But cheerly still ; and said, " I pray thee, then, Write me as one that loves his fellow-men.
Стр. 137 - Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain To thy high requiem become a sod.
Стр. 301 - And now when comes the calm, mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home, When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
Стр. 139 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve! She leant against the armed man.
Стр. 440 - Merlin sware that I should come again To rule once more— but let what will be be, I am so deeply smitten thro' the helm That without help I cannot last till morn. Thou therefore take my brand Excalibur, Which was my pride; for thou rememberest how In those old days, one summer noon, an arm Rose up from out the bosom of the lake, Clothed in white samite, mystic, wonderful, Holding the sword— and...
Стр. 443 - The great brand Made lightnings in the splendour of the moon, And flashing round and round, and whirl'd in an arch, Shot like a streamer of the northern morn, Seen where the moving isles of winter shock By night, with noises of the northern sea. So...