The Poets and Poetry of England: In the Nineteenth CenturyCarey & Hart, 1846 - 504 páginas |
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... dead , She knew not he was dead . She seem'd the same In person and appearance ; but her house Bespake a sleepy hand of negligence . Her infant babe Had from its mother caught the trick of grief , And sigh'd among its playthings ...
... dead , She knew not he was dead . She seem'd the same In person and appearance ; but her house Bespake a sleepy hand of negligence . Her infant babe Had from its mother caught the trick of grief , And sigh'd among its playthings ...
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... dead , unprofitable name , Finds comfort in himself and in his cause ; And , while the mortal mist is gathering , draws His breath in confidence of Heaven's applause This is the happy warrior ; this is he Whom every man in arms should ...
... dead , unprofitable name , Finds comfort in himself and in his cause ; And , while the mortal mist is gathering , draws His breath in confidence of Heaven's applause This is the happy warrior ; this is he Whom every man in arms should ...
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... dead as well as to the living . He caused a handsome mural monument to be erected in the church of Küsnacht , which records the premature fate of the young American , and on the shores too of the lake the traveller may read an ...
... dead as well as to the living . He caused a handsome mural monument to be erected in the church of Küsnacht , which records the premature fate of the young American , and on the shores too of the lake the traveller may read an ...
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... Dead pause abrupt of midnight winds , An echo , or a dream . The laughter of the Christmas hearth , With sighs of self - exhausted mirth , Ye feelingly reprove ; And daily , in the conscious breast , Your visitations are a test And ...
... Dead pause abrupt of midnight winds , An echo , or a dream . The laughter of the Christmas hearth , With sighs of self - exhausted mirth , Ye feelingly reprove ; And daily , in the conscious breast , Your visitations are a test And ...
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... dead ; those two are dead ! Their spirits are in heaven ! " " T was throwing words away : for still The little maid would have her will , And said , " Nay , we are seven ! " AN INCIDENT AT BRUGES . In Bruges town is many a street Whence ...
... dead ; those two are dead ! Their spirits are in heaven ! " " T was throwing words away : for still The little maid would have her will , And said , " Nay , we are seven ! " AN INCIDENT AT BRUGES . In Bruges town is many a street Whence ...
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Términos y frases comunes
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Pasajes populares
Página 53 - 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 59 - High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised: But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake, To perish never...
Página 310 - O attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, Beauty is truth, truth beauty,— that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Página 63 - 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 286 - That orbed maiden with white fire laden Whom mortals call the Moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl...
Página 230 - 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, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal.
Página 53 - 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 Of harmony, and the deep power of joy. We see into the life of things.
Página 286 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Página 93 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Página 309 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain To thy high requiem become a sod.