Studies in PoetryDuckworth, 1910 - Всего страниц: 253 |
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... pleasure sits With trembling age , the voice of Conscience then , Sweeter than music in a summer's eve , Shall warble round the snowy head , and keep Sweet symphony to feather'd angels , sitting As guardians round your chair ; then ...
... pleasure sits With trembling age , the voice of Conscience then , Sweeter than music in a summer's eve , Shall warble round the snowy head , and keep Sweet symphony to feather'd angels , sitting As guardians round your chair ; then ...
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... way , in fierce realisation of misery and pain , against the innocent life he had celebrated ; and the horror is as unmixed , as ungradated , as the pleasure and beauty were . Among all the Songs of Experience there are WILLIAM BLAKE 23.
... way , in fierce realisation of misery and pain , against the innocent life he had celebrated ; and the horror is as unmixed , as ungradated , as the pleasure and beauty were . Among all the Songs of Experience there are WILLIAM BLAKE 23.
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... pleasure , the evil and the good of the world . We have it here in a man , and an interesting problem it is . In both his pictures of the world , there are no gradations . Nevertheless , this was of use to him in his art . There is ...
... pleasure , the evil and the good of the world . We have it here in a man , and an interesting problem it is . In both his pictures of the world , there are no gradations . Nevertheless , this was of use to him in his art . There is ...
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... the Golden Net , the Mental Traveller , the Crystal Cabinet , William Bond , Long John Brown , excite an intel- lectual curiosity , but can scarcely be said to awaken the pleasure that poetry ought to bring with it WILLIAM BLAKE 41.
... the Golden Net , the Mental Traveller , the Crystal Cabinet , William Bond , Long John Brown , excite an intel- lectual curiosity , but can scarcely be said to awaken the pleasure that poetry ought to bring with it WILLIAM BLAKE 41.
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Stopford Augustus Brooke. awaken the pleasure that poetry ought to bring with it . What can be said for them is said with imaginative penetration by Mr. Swinburne . For my part , I desire a simpler world . It is only at intervals , when ...
Stopford Augustus Brooke. awaken the pleasure that poetry ought to bring with it . What can be said for them is said with imaginative penetration by Mr. Swinburne . For my part , I desire a simpler world . It is only at intervals , when ...
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Стр. 223 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Стр. 17 - I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I water'd it in fears, Night & morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles. And it grew both day and night, Till it bore an apple bright; And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine, And into my garden stole When the night had...
Стр. 173 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is; What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!
Стр. 52 - I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel were shut, And 'Thou shalt not...
Стр. 208 - Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth Of noble natures, of the gloomy days, Of all the unhealthy and o'erdarkened ways Made for our searching : yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits.
Стр. 172 - The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss, and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them!
Стр. 106 - Proud Maisie is in the wood, Walking so early; Sweet Robin sits on the bush, Singing so rarely. '"Tell me, thou bonny bird. When shall I marry me?' 'When six braw gentlemen Kirkward shall carry ye.' '"Who makes the bridal bed, Birdie, say truly?' — 'The grey-headed sexton, That delves the grave duly. "The glow-worm o'er grave and stone Shall light thee steady; The owl from the steeple sing, 'Welcome, proud lady.
Стр. 14 - THE sun descending in the west The evening star does shine, The birds are silent in their nest And I must seek for mine, The moon, like a flower In heaven's high bower, With silent delight Sits and smiles on the night...
Стр. 114 - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well : For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim ; Despite those titles, power and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored and unsung.
Стр. 222 - Happiness. I look not for it if it be not in the present hour. Nothing startles me beyond the Moment. The setting sun will always set me to rights, or if a Sparrow come before my Window, I take part in its existence and pick about the Gravel.