Sayings and Doings of the General Meeting, Том 2Western Association of Writers., 1859 - Всего страниц: 300 |
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... sounds , and odors , and sen- timents amid which he exists . And just as the lily is repeated in the lake , or the eyes of Amaryllis in the mirror , so is the mere oral or written repetition of these forms , and sounds , and colors ...
... sounds , and odors , and sen- timents amid which he exists . And just as the lily is repeated in the lake , or the eyes of Amaryllis in the mirror , so is the mere oral or written repetition of these forms , and sounds , and colors ...
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of description , of the sights , and sounds , and odors , and colors , and sentiments , which greet him in common with all mankind- he , I say , has yet failed to prove his divine title . There is still a something in the distance which ...
of description , of the sights , and sounds , and odors , and colors , and sentiments , which greet him in common with all mankind- he , I say , has yet failed to prove his divine title . There is still a something in the distance which ...
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... walk in sight Of my low monument ? I would the lovely scene around Might know no sadder sight nor sound I know , I know I should not see The season's glorious show , Nor would its brightness shine for me , Nor its xvi THE POETIC PRINCIPLE .
... walk in sight Of my low monument ? I would the lovely scene around Might know no sadder sight nor sound I know , I know I should not see The season's glorious show , Nor would its brightness shine for me , Nor its xvi THE POETIC PRINCIPLE .
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... sound must long remain ; But memory , such as mine of her , So very much endears , When death is nigh my latest sigh Will not be life's , but hers . I fill'd this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone , A woman , of her gentle sex The ...
... sound must long remain ; But memory , such as mine of her , So very much endears , When death is nigh my latest sigh Will not be life's , but hers . I fill'd this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone , A woman , of her gentle sex The ...
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... shoutings of the throng ; But some were sad and felt no mirth , But only Music's wrong , In sounds that sang Farewell , Farewell , To her you've loved so long . Farewell , farewell , fair Ines , That vessel never XX THE POETIC PRINCIPLE .
... shoutings of the throng ; But some were sad and felt no mirth , But only Music's wrong , In sounds that sang Farewell , Farewell , To her you've loved so long . Farewell , farewell , fair Ines , That vessel never XX THE POETIC PRINCIPLE .
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Стр. 268 - Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly, Though its answer little meaning — little relevancy bore; For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door — Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door, With such name as
Стр. xv - I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Стр. xxiv - TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Стр. 20 - THE skies they were ashen and sober ; The leaves they were crisped and sere, The leaves they were withering and sere ; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year ; It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir : It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
Стр. 10 - ... thing of evil ! — prophet Fa*y still, if bird or devil!— ^ Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore, Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted — On this home by Horror haunted — tell me truly, I implore — Is there — is there balm in Gilead? — tell me — tell me, I implore! Quoth the raven,
Стр. 27 - IT WAS many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
Стр. xv - And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Стр. 35 - Up many and many a marvellous shrine Whose wreathed friezes intertwine The viol, the violet, and the vine. Resignedly beneath the sky The melancholy waters lie. So blend the turrets and shadows there That all seem pendulous in air, While from a proud tower in the town Death looks gigantically down.
Стр. 23 - Hear the sledges with the bells — Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Стр. 8 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, — "Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,