The English Poets: Wordsworth to TennysonThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1880 |
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... Dream Extracts from Childe Harold's Pilg : image : Harold the Wanderer 270 276 Night and Tempest 281 Ocean Prometheus • 284 286 Sonnet on Chillon Stanzas for Music 288 288 • So we'll go no more a roving . 289 Stanzas written on the road ...
... Dream Extracts from Childe Harold's Pilg : image : Harold the Wanderer 270 276 Night and Tempest 281 Ocean Prometheus • 284 286 Sonnet on Chillon Stanzas for Music 288 288 • So we'll go no more a roving . 289 Stanzas written on the road ...
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... Dream - Pedlary ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ( 1801-1851 ) Irreparableness Grief Sonnets from the Portuguese Extract from Casa Guidi Windows A Musical Instrument The Forced Recruit . Solferino , 189 Extracts from Aurora Leigh : Aurora's ...
... Dream - Pedlary ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ( 1801-1851 ) Irreparableness Grief Sonnets from the Portuguese Extract from Casa Guidi Windows A Musical Instrument The Forced Recruit . Solferino , 189 Extracts from Aurora Leigh : Aurora's ...
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... dreams - can breed such fear and awe As fall upon us often when we look Into our minds , into the mind of man- My haunt , and the main region of my song . -Beauty — a living presence of the earth , Surpassing the most fair ideal forms ...
... dreams - can breed such fear and awe As fall upon us often when we look Into our minds , into the mind of man- My haunt , and the main region of my song . -Beauty — a living presence of the earth , Surpassing the most fair ideal forms ...
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... dream your time away ? Where are your books ? —that light bequeathed To Beings else forlorn and blind ! Up ! up ! and drink the spirit breathed From dead men to their kind . You look round on your Mother Earth , As if she for no purpose ...
... dream your time away ? Where are your books ? —that light bequeathed To Beings else forlorn and blind ! Up ! up ! and drink the spirit breathed From dead men to their kind . You look round on your Mother Earth , As if she for no purpose ...
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... dream my time away . ' ( 1798. ) VOL . IV . THE TABLES TURNED . ( An Evening Scene on the same Subject . ) Up ! up ! my Friend , and quit your books ; Or surely you'll grow double : Up ! up ! my Friend , and clear your looks ; Why all ...
... dream my time away . ' ( 1798. ) VOL . IV . THE TABLES TURNED . ( An Evening Scene on the same Subject . ) Up ! up ! my Friend , and quit your books ; Or surely you'll grow double : Up ! up ! my Friend , and clear your looks ; Why all ...
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Adosinda Ancient Mariner ballads beauty beneath bird blank verse breast breath breeze bright brow Byron calm Christabel cloud Coleridge County Guy dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth Ebenezer Elliott Emily Brontë eyes fair fear feel flowers gaze gentle grace grave green hand happy Hartley Coleridge hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill hour Keats lady lake light live look Lyrical Ballads mind moon morn mountains nature ne'er never night o'er once passion pleasure poems poet poetic poetry River Duddon ROBERT SOUTHEY round Samian wine shade Shelley ship silent sing Siverian sleep smile song sonnets sorrow soul sound Southey spirit stars stood stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought trees truth Twas verse voice wandering waves weary wild WILLIAM LISLE BOWLES wind Wordsworth youth
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Página 28 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Página 19 - Nor less, I trust, To them I may have owed another gift, Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened: — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power...
Página 459 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Página 457 - 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.
Página 21 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains ; and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye, and ear, — both what they half create, And what perceive ; well pleased to recognise In nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.
Página 41 - THE SOLITARY REAPER. Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass ! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain ; O listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Página 20 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Página 284 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar : I love not Man the less, but Nature more...
Página 83 - 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 will:...
Página 451 - Flora and the country green, Dance, and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth! O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...