Poetry, Sacred and Profane, Էջ 82Longmans & Company, 1851 - 341 էջ |
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... Poet , verum nequeo dormire ; and dreading a worse imputation , aut insanit homo , aut versus facit , I have occupied my leisure in the cultivation of elegant literature , with such intervals of relaxation as the kindred pursuit of ...
... Poet , verum nequeo dormire ; and dreading a worse imputation , aut insanit homo , aut versus facit , I have occupied my leisure in the cultivation of elegant literature , with such intervals of relaxation as the kindred pursuit of ...
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... inability at all times to attain to it . An inquiry into the relative merit of our most esteemed modern Poets soon led to my conviction that , whilst in the legitimate exercise of the imagination , in A 4 INTRODUCTION . vii.
... inability at all times to attain to it . An inquiry into the relative merit of our most esteemed modern Poets soon led to my conviction that , whilst in the legitimate exercise of the imagination , in A 4 INTRODUCTION . vii.
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... Poet Laureate , turn to some stanzas headed " Resolution and Independence , " upon which he bestowed many careful revisions . And were it needed , I might further justify an allusion to this piece , by reference to the declaration of ...
... Poet Laureate , turn to some stanzas headed " Resolution and Independence , " upon which he bestowed many careful revisions . And were it needed , I might further justify an allusion to this piece , by reference to the declaration of ...
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John Wright (of Nottingham.) Poet opens his subject by the somewhat startling assurance that " there was a roaring in the wind all night , " and " the rain fell in floods : " " but now the sun is rising , " " the birds are singing ...
John Wright (of Nottingham.) Poet opens his subject by the somewhat startling assurance that " there was a roaring in the wind all night , " and " the rain fell in floods : " " but now the sun is rising , " " the birds are singing ...
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... Poet Lau- reate , ” it is but right that I defend its publication , by argument based upon a familiarity with his works . In the absence of such necessity , however , no objection could be fairly offered to my strictures , whether ...
... Poet Lau- reate , ” it is but right that I defend its publication , by argument based upon a familiarity with his works . In the absence of such necessity , however , no objection could be fairly offered to my strictures , whether ...
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Էջ 334 - As a huge stone is sometimes seen to lie Couched on the bald top of an eminence; Wonder to all who do the same espy, By what means it could thither come, and whence; So that it seems a thing endued with sense : Like a sea-beast crawled forth, that on a shelf Of rock or sand reposeth, there to sun itself...
Էջ 307 - A SLUMBER did my spirit seal ; •^*- I had no human fears : She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.
Էջ xix - The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes. The birds around me hopped and played, Their thoughts I cannot measure : — But the least motion which they made, It seemed a thrill of pleasure. The budding twigs spread out their fan, To catch the breezy air; And I must think, do all I can, That there was pleasure there.
Էջ ix - I saw the hare that raced about with joy; I heard the woods and distant waters roar; Or heard them not, as happy as a boy; The pleasant season did my heart employ: My old remembrances went from me wholly; And all the ways of men, so vain and melancholy.
Էջ 339 - The cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one!
Էջ xix - I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.
Էջ 20 - When he uttereth his Voice there is a multitude of waters in the heavens, and he causeth the vapours to ascend from the ends of the earth ; he maketh lightnings with rain, and bringeth forth the wind out of his treasures.
Էջ 190 - Padre del Ciel , dopo i perduti giorni , Dopo le notti vaneggiando spese' Con quel fero desio ch'al cor s'accese Mirando gli atti per mio mal sì adorni; Piacciati omai , col tuo lume ch'io torni Ad altra vita, ed a più belle imprese; Sì , ch...
Էջ 337 - She listens, but she cannot hear The foot of horse, the voice of man ; The streams with softest sound are flowing, The grass you almost hear it growing — You hear it now, if e'er you can. The...
Էջ 335 - Joyous as morning Thou art laughing and scorning; Thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest, And, though little troubled with sloth, Drunken Lark! thou would'st be loth To be such a traveller as I. Happy, happy Liver, With a soul as strong as a mountain river Pouring out praise to the Almighty Giver, Joy and jollity be with us both!