Afternoons with the PoetsHarper & brothers, 1879 - 320 էջ |
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... beauty , that would have delighted the old bard's heart , listen to his theme : " Scorn not the Sonnet ; Critic , you have frowned , Mindless of its just honors ; with this Key Shakespeare unlocked his heart ; the melody Of this small ...
... beauty , that would have delighted the old bard's heart , listen to his theme : " Scorn not the Sonnet ; Critic , you have frowned , Mindless of its just honors ; with this Key Shakespeare unlocked his heart ; the melody Of this small ...
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... beauty , virtue , and womanly excellence , and of his perplexities and anguish - in more than three hundred . " " Hold ! my learned friend , " I exclaimed ; " are you conscious . that you have been reeling off quite a formidable lecture ...
... beauty , virtue , and womanly excellence , and of his perplexities and anguish - in more than three hundred . " " Hold ! my learned friend , " I exclaimed ; " are you conscious . that you have been reeling off quite a formidable lecture ...
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... beauty met ; Happy , alas ! too happy , but for foes ; Lived and ran the race that Nature set ; Of manhood's shape , where she the mold did lose . ' " " This has been a long digression , my dear boy , " said the Professor when he had ...
... beauty met ; Happy , alas ! too happy , but for foes ; Lived and ran the race that Nature set ; Of manhood's shape , where she the mold did lose . ' " " This has been a long digression , my dear boy , " said the Professor when he had ...
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... beauty of his Lady's hand , ' and which is a fit precursor of the inimitable songs of Herrick and Suckling : * Better , or dearer . + Qualities , or powers . Song by Sir Thomas Wyatt . " O goodly hand 34 Afternoons with the Poets .
... beauty of his Lady's hand , ' and which is a fit precursor of the inimitable songs of Herrick and Suckling : * Better , or dearer . + Qualities , or powers . Song by Sir Thomas Wyatt . " O goodly hand 34 Afternoons with the Poets .
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... beauty of many of his descriptive passages , but who dwells in my mind chiefly because of some quaint lines of his , in which he makes it a principal enjoyment of the righteous in heaven to see the torments of the damned , thus : They ...
... beauty of many of his descriptive passages , but who dwells in my mind chiefly because of some quaint lines of his , in which he makes it a principal enjoyment of the righteous in heaven to see the torments of the damned , thus : They ...
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amatory beauty Ben Jonson breath bright Castara Chapman charm Chaucer Coleridge criticism Daniel dark dear death delight doth earth Edmund Spenser English exquisite eyes Faerie Queene fair fancy feeling flowers genius gentle Giles Fletcher glory grace grief hast hath heart Heaven Henry Francis Cary Homer honor hope Jonson language Leigh Hunt less light lines literary live lofty lonely look Milton mind muse nature never noble o'er passages passion perfect Petrarch poems poet's poetical merit poetry poets praise Professor prose Provençal remarkable replied rhyme rich River Duddon sentiment Shakespeare Sidney Sidney's sight sing Sir John Davies sleep smile song sonnets soul Southey specimens Spenser spirit stanza strain style sweet taste tells tender thee thine things Thomas Warton thou thought tion translation true verse virtue Wordsworth writings written wrote Wyatt youth
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Էջ 162 - Hast reared God's trophies, and his work pursued ; While Darwen stream, with blood of Scots imbrued, And Dunbar field, resounds thy praises loud, And Worcester's laureate wreath...
Էջ 72 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth "s unknown, although his height be taken.
Էջ 73 - Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world, dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Suppos'd as forfeit to a confin'd doom.
Էջ 172 - In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire : The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas ! for other notes repine ; A different object do these eyes require ; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine ; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire...
Էջ 106 - 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.
Էջ 163 - O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
Էջ 70 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's •waste...
Էջ 164 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Էջ 227 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. // Near them, on the sand, / Half sunk, / a shattered visage lies, / whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, / Tell that its sculptor / well those passions read / Which yet survive, / stamped on these lifeless things, / The hand that mocked them, / and the heart that fed: // And on the pedestal / these words appear: // "My...
Էջ 310 - Mysterious Night ! when our first Parent knew Thee from report divine, and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue ? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus with the host of heaven came; And lo, Creation widened in man's view.