The Complete Poetical WorksHoughton Mifflin, 1905 - Всего страниц: 1055 |
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... feel that a single and very definite idea has been grasped and held throughout ; and we in turn receive a single and ... feeling , rather than a distinct conception of the intellect . The inconsistencies bewilder the reader , although ...
... feel that a single and very definite idea has been grasped and held throughout ; and we in turn receive a single and ... feeling , rather than a distinct conception of the intellect . The inconsistencies bewilder the reader , although ...
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... feeling the superb rush and abandon of the lyrical stanzas , cannot pass lightly over a tame conclusion like ' now ... feel ; Thou never shalt possess me , that I know : What I have done is done . ' It is in such words as these that we ...
... feeling the superb rush and abandon of the lyrical stanzas , cannot pass lightly over a tame conclusion like ' now ... feel ; Thou never shalt possess me , that I know : What I have done is done . ' It is in such words as these that we ...
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... feeling and in technical skill . The poem gains in force by the frankness with which the poet now speaks in his own person . With the first line , ' Is thy face like thy mother's , my fair child , ' we feel that we have come to the true ...
... feeling and in technical skill . The poem gains in force by the frankness with which the poet now speaks in his own person . With the first line , ' Is thy face like thy mother's , my fair child , ' we feel that we have come to the true ...
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... feel We once have loved , though love is at an end ; 200 The heart , lone mourner of its baffled zeal , Though friendless now , will dream it had a friend . Who with the weight of years would wish to bend , When Youth itself survives ...
... feel We once have loved , though love is at an end ; 200 The heart , lone mourner of its baffled zeal , Though friendless now , will dream it had a friend . Who with the weight of years would wish to bend , When Youth itself survives ...
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... feel , Wrung with the wounds which kill not -but ne'er heal ; Yet Time , who changes all , had alter'd him In soul and aspect as in age : years steal Fire from the mind as vigour from the limb , And life's enchanted cup but sparkles ...
... feel , Wrung with the wounds which kill not -but ne'er heal ; Yet Time , who changes all , had alter'd him In soul and aspect as in age : years steal Fire from the mind as vigour from the limb , And life's enchanted cup but sparkles ...
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Стр. 81 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean, roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin, his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Стр. 82 - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight : and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Стр. 39 - And there was mounting in hot haste : the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war ; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar ; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star ; While throng'd the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — " The foe ! they come ! they come ! " XXVI. And wild and high the
Стр. 38 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet.— But hark!
Стр. 38 - There was a sound of revelry by night, And Belgium's capital had gather'd then Her Beauty and her Chivalry, and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men; A thousand hearts beat happily; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again, And all went merry as a marriage bell; But hush! hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell!
Стр. 229 - So we'll go no more a roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright. For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest. Though the night was made for loving, And the day returns too soon, Yet we'll go no more a roving By the light of the moon.
Стр. 311 - Tis Greece, but living Greece no more ! So coldly sweet, so deadly fair, We start, for soul is wanting there. Hers is the loveliness in death, That parts not quite with parting breath ; But beauty with that fearful bloom, That hue which haunts it to the tomb ; Expression's last receding ray, A gilded halo hovering round decay...
Стр. 813 - Were still at least our countrymen. The tyrant of the Chersonese Was freedom's best and bravest friend; That tyrant was Miltiades! Oh that the present hour would lend Another despot of the kind! Such chains as his were sure to bind. Fill high the bowl with Samian wine! On Suli's rock, and Parga's shore, Exists the remnant of a line Such as the Doric mothers bore: And there, perhaps, some seed is sown The Heracleidan blood might own.
Стр. 812 - What, silent still? and silent all? Ah! no;— the voices of the dead Sound like a distant torrent's fall, And answer, "Let one living head, But one, arise,— we come, we come!
Стр. 404 - Which in a palace had grown cold, Had his free breathing been denied The range of the steep mountain's side; But why delay the truth? — he died. I saw, and could not hold his head...