The Golden Treasury of Songs and Lyrics, with NotesScott, Foresman and Company, 1908 - Всего страниц: 437 |
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Стр. vii
... seen or experienced , softening what is harsh , illuminating what is obscure , selecting , it may be , the more congruous elements and combining them into lovelier crea- tions of its own . Or it may take the simple event or object and ...
... seen or experienced , softening what is harsh , illuminating what is obscure , selecting , it may be , the more congruous elements and combining them into lovelier crea- tions of its own . Or it may take the simple event or object and ...
Стр. xx
... seen in the word " silent " as used by Keats in the last line of his sonnet , On First Looking into Chapman's Homer . The ellipses so frequently found in verse , the compounding of nouns , the suppres- sion of verbs , the resort to ...
... seen in the word " silent " as used by Keats in the last line of his sonnet , On First Looking into Chapman's Homer . The ellipses so frequently found in verse , the compounding of nouns , the suppres- sion of verbs , the resort to ...
Стр. xxii
... seen in Gray's Ode on the Pleasure Arising from Vicissitude . On the other hand , the heat and glow of the pure imagination are at at once stronger and steadier than the passing gleams of fancy . Imagination ranges beyond the immediate ...
... seen in Gray's Ode on the Pleasure Arising from Vicissitude . On the other hand , the heat and glow of the pure imagination are at at once stronger and steadier than the passing gleams of fancy . Imagination ranges beyond the immediate ...
Стр. xxv
... seen to be characteristic of poetry in general . Long , hard words are learned comparatively late in life ; they have not gathered about them so many associations , nor do they call them up so readily ; in fact , they do not usually ...
... seen to be characteristic of poetry in general . Long , hard words are learned comparatively late in life ; they have not gathered about them so many associations , nor do they call them up so readily ; in fact , they do not usually ...
Стр. xlii
... seen also in Byron's Childe Harold , Keats's Eve of St. Agnes , and various poems of Shelley's , such as the Stanzas Written in Dejection near Naples : One day , nigh weary of the irksome way , From her unhasty beast she did alight ...
... seen also in Byron's Childe Harold , Keats's Eve of St. Agnes , and various poems of Shelley's , such as the Stanzas Written in Dejection near Naples : One day , nigh weary of the irksome way , From her unhasty beast she did alight ...
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Стр. 325 - EARTH has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty : This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning ; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill ; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep ! The river glideth at his own sweet...
Стр. 323 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Стр. 76 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Стр. 352 - And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething, As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing...
Стр. 69 - A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot. When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, Tu-whit, tu-who, A merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel the pot.
Стр. 70 - And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight. Then can I grieve at grievances foregone, And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan, Which I new pay as if not paid before. But if the while I think on thee, dear friend, All losses are restored and sorrows end.
Стр. 324 - 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. 50 - Since brass, nor stone, nor earth, nor boundless sea, But sad mortality o'ersways their power, How with this rage shall beauty hold a plea, Whose action is no stronger than a flower?
Стр. 324 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Стр. 389 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.