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... thou art , yet I am her child , nor would the fated revolutions of existence be fulfilled without my aid . 66 POET . How meanest thou ? What have thy measurements , thy artificial divisions and classifications , to do with the natural ...
... thou art , yet I am her child , nor would the fated revolutions of existence be fulfilled without my aid . 66 POET . How meanest thou ? What have thy measurements , thy artificial divisions and classifications , to do with the natural ...
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... thou so adore Nature , and yet deny me ? Is not Art the child of Nature , Civilization of Man ? As Religion into Philosophy , Poetry into Criticism , Life into Science , Love into Law , so did thy lyric in natural order transmute itself ...
... thou so adore Nature , and yet deny me ? Is not Art the child of Nature , Civilization of Man ? As Religion into Philosophy , Poetry into Criticism , Life into Science , Love into Law , so did thy lyric in natural order transmute itself ...
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... thou eternal God , author of the light which now shines upon me , and giver of all inward illuminations , I do beseech thee , of thy infinite goodness , to pardon a greater request than a sinner ought to make . I am not satisfied enough ...
... thou eternal God , author of the light which now shines upon me , and giver of all inward illuminations , I do beseech thee , of thy infinite goodness , to pardon a greater request than a sinner ought to make . I am not satisfied enough ...
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... Thou didst betray me to a lingering book , And wrap me in a gown . It was not my fault , George , that it so chanced . George H. - I have long learnt to feel that it noway chanced ; that thus , and no other , was it well for me . But ...
... Thou didst betray me to a lingering book , And wrap me in a gown . It was not my fault , George , that it so chanced . George H. - I have long learnt to feel that it noway chanced ; that thus , and no other , was it well for me . But ...
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... thou shouldst be living at this hour . Return to us again , And give us manners , virtue , freedom , power . Thy soul was like a Star , and dwelt apart ; Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the Sea : Pure as the naked Heavens ...
... thou shouldst be living at this hour . Return to us again , And give us manners , virtue , freedom , power . Thy soul was like a Star , and dwelt apart ; Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the Sea : Pure as the naked Heavens ...
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Стр. 71 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee '! From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from, thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Стр. 35 - Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness ; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Стр. 37 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...
Стр. 70 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher, From the earth thou springest, Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Стр. 73 - Midst others of less note, came one frail Form. A phantom among men; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell...
Стр. 87 - A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear, A stifled, drowsy, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet, no relief, In word, or sigh, or tear O Lady!
Стр. 74 - Round whose rude shaft dark ivy-tresses grew Yet dripping with the forest's noonday dew, Vibrated, as the ever-beating heart Shook the weak hand that grasped it; of that crew He came the last, neglected and apart; A herd-abandoned deer struck by the hunter's dart.
Стр. 74 - A love in desolation masked— a Power Girt round with weakness — it can scarce uplift The weight of the superincumbent hour ; It is a dying lamp, a falling shower, A breaking billow ; — even whilst we speak Is it not broken ? On the withering flower The killing sun smiles brightly ; on a cheek The life can burn in blood, even while the heart may break.
Стр. 88 - To lift the smothering weight from off my breast? It were a vain endeavour, Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
Стр. 75 - The wind, the tempest roaring high, The tumult of a Tropic sky, Might well be dangerous food For him, a Youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of Heaven, And such impetuous blood.