English Poetesses: A Series of Critical BiographiesCassell, Limited, 1883 - 381 páginas |
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... voice is low and gives a hollow sound : She hates the light , in darkness only found : Or set with blinking lamps or tapers small , Which various shadows make against the wall . She loves nought else but noise that discords make , As ...
... voice is low and gives a hollow sound : She hates the light , in darkness only found : Or set with blinking lamps or tapers small , Which various shadows make against the wall . She loves nought else but noise that discords make , As ...
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... swelled , and perspiration broke out upon him . His voice was loud , and of course his manners were dictatorial . He was so fond of late hours that the was servants of the house looked upon him as the 50 ENGLISH POETESSES .
... swelled , and perspiration broke out upon him . His voice was loud , and of course his manners were dictatorial . He was so fond of late hours that the was servants of the house looked upon him as the 50 ENGLISH POETESSES .
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... voice to speak out the thoughts that were in her , the effect was one of oddity . If , when Spenser , Shakespeare , and Bacon were writing , there were many women who could appreciate all that these wrote , it may be doubted whether the ...
... voice to speak out the thoughts that were in her , the effect was one of oddity . If , when Spenser , Shakespeare , and Bacon were writing , there were many women who could appreciate all that these wrote , it may be doubted whether the ...
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... voice was melodious , and gave grace to the style of her recitations , with which she was fond of favouring her friends . She was full of literary anec- dote , and told her stories well , having what few women have in perfection — a ...
... voice was melodious , and gave grace to the style of her recitations , with which she was fond of favouring her friends . She was full of literary anec- dote , and told her stories well , having what few women have in perfection — a ...
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... voice whose eager sound My welcome spoke with heartfelt gladness . There was a mind whose vigorous power On mine its own effulgence threw , And called my humble talents forth , While thence its dearest joys it drew . There was a love ...
... voice whose eager sound My welcome spoke with heartfelt gladness . There was a mind whose vigorous power On mine its own effulgence threw , And called my humble talents forth , While thence its dearest joys it drew . There was a love ...
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Página 319 - What would we give to our beloved ? The hero's heart, to be unmoved, The poet's star-tuned harp, to sweep, The patriot's voice, to teach and rouse, The monarch's crown, to light the brows ?He giveth His beloved, sleep.
Página 328 - O MAY I JOIN THE CHOIR INVISIBLE" Longum illud tempus, quum non era, magis me movet, quam hoc exiguum. — Cicero, Ad Att., xii: 18. O may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence: live In pulses stirred to generosity, In deeds of daring rectitude, in scorn For miserable aims that end with self, In thoughts sublime that pierce the night like stars, And with their mild persistence urge man's search To vaster issues.
Página 282 - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right ; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose...
Página 207 - Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north wind's breath, And stars to set, but all — Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death...
Página 210 - Not there; not there, my child.' Is it where the feathery palm-trees rise, And the date grows ripe under sunny skies? Or 'midst the green islands of glittering seas. Where fragrant forests perfume the breeze, And strange bright birds on their starry wings Bear the rich hues of all glorious things? Not there; not there, my child.
Página 327 - No coward soul is mine, No trembler in the world's storm-troubled sphere: I see Heaven's glories shine, And faith shines equal, arming me from fear. O God within my breast, . Almighty, ever-present Deity! Life — that in me has rest, As I — undying Life — have power in Thee!
Página 325 - Cold in the earth— and the deep snow piled above thee, Far, far removed, cold in the dreary grave! Have I forgot, my only Love, to love thee, Severed at last by Time's all-severing wave? Now, when alone, do my thoughts no longer hover Over the mountains, on that northern shore, Resting their wings where heath and fern-leaves cover Thy noble heart for ever, ever more?
Página 317 - And now, what time ye all may read through dimming tears his story, How discord on the music fell and darkness on the glory, And how when, one by one, sweet sounds and wandering lights departed, He wore no less a loving face because so brokenhearted, He shall be strong to sanctify the poet's high vocation.
Página 63 - And no great wonder," Death replies ; " However, you still keep your eyes ; And sure to see one's loves and friends For legs and arms would make amends.
Página 208 - THE GRAVES OF A HOUSEHOLD. THEY grew in beauty, side by side, They filled one home with glee — Their graves are severed far and wide, By mount, and stream, and sea.