Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyScott, Webster & Geary, 1842 - 490 Seiten |
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... nature of the youth's attainments , he was surprised to find so much perseverance in the acquirement of Latin and mathematics , combined with such utter ignorance of general science and literature . He for . tunately saw , however ...
... nature of the youth's attainments , he was surprised to find so much perseverance in the acquirement of Latin and mathematics , combined with such utter ignorance of general science and literature . He for . tunately saw , however ...
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... nature dictates , range ; Now droop in all the plaintiveness of woe , Now in glad numbers light and airy flow ; Now shake the stage with guilt's alarming tone , And make the aching bosom all your own ; Now but I sing in vain ; from ...
... nature dictates , range ; Now droop in all the plaintiveness of woe , Now in glad numbers light and airy flow ; Now shake the stage with guilt's alarming tone , And make the aching bosom all your own ; Now but I sing in vain ; from ...
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... nature of such a plan , although they have charmed in the closet , they have never been produced on the stage . Miss Baillie is also the author of several miscellaneous Dramas , and minor Poems , and a collection of Metrical Legends of ...
... nature of such a plan , although they have charmed in the closet , they have never been produced on the stage . Miss Baillie is also the author of several miscellaneous Dramas , and minor Poems , and a collection of Metrical Legends of ...
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... nature is , I soon shall be like thee ! -My friends approach : Let us not meet their gaze - It must be so- Sweet one , farewell ! -Wilt thou still cling to me ? Ella . O no , I go : they shall not see thee weep , Though I do bless thee ...
... nature is , I soon shall be like thee ! -My friends approach : Let us not meet their gaze - It must be so- Sweet one , farewell ! -Wilt thou still cling to me ? Ella . O no , I go : they shall not see thee weep , Though I do bless thee ...
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... less unworthy far , Than the world's leavings ; than a worn - out heart , By vice enfeebled , and by vain desires Sunk and exhausted ! From David and Goliath . THIS gentle and amiable poet of nature was born at 54 HANNAH MORE .
... less unworthy far , Than the world's leavings ; than a worn - out heart , By vice enfeebled , and by vain desires Sunk and exhausted ! From David and Goliath . THIS gentle and amiable poet of nature was born at 54 HANNAH MORE .
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Seite 111 - Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find...
Seite 112 - Nor man nor boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither; Can in a moment travel thither— And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Seite 109 - I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone : The pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat : Whither is fled the visionary gleam ? Where is it now, the glory and the dream...
Seite 106 - My brother John and I. And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side.' ' How many are you, then,' said I, * If they two are in heaven ?' Quick was the little Maid's reply,
Seite 413 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk : 'Tis not through envy of thy happy lot, But being too happy in thine happiness, — That thou, light-winged Dryad of the trees, In some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
Seite 167 - That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright, And that he knew it was a fiend...
Seite 111 - Thou little Child, yet glorious in the might Of heaven-born freedom on thy being's height, Why with such earnest pains dost thou provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke, Thus blindly with thy blessedness at strife? Full soon thy Soul shall have her earthly freight, And custom lie upon thee with a weight, Heavy as frost, and deep almost as life!
Seite 168 - Dear Babe, that sleepest cradled by my side, Whose gentle breathings, heard in this deep calm, Fill up the interspersed vacancies And momentary pauses of the thought ! My babe so beautiful ! it thrills my heart With tender gladness, thus to look at thee...
Seite 307 - His steps are not upon thy paths, — thy fields Are not a spoil for him, — thou dost arise And shake him from thee; the vile strength he wields For earth's destruction thou dost all despise, Spurning him from thy bosom to the skies, And send'st him, shivering in thy playful spray And howling to his Gods, where haply lies His petty hope in some near port or bay, And dashest him again to earth : — there let him lay.
Seite 105 - You run about/ my little maid/ your limbs they are alive ; if two are in the churchyard laid/ then ye are only five." " Their graves are green/ they may be seen/" the little maid replied/ "twelve steps or more from my mother's door/ and they are side by side.