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Strona 84
While we sat together there, How the white vests of the chorus Seem'd to wave
up a live air ! How the Cothurns trod majestic Down the deep Iambic lines ! And
the rolling anapeestic Curl'd, like vapour over shrines ! Oh ! our jEschylus, the ...
While we sat together there, How the white vests of the chorus Seem'd to wave
up a live air ! How the Cothurns trod majestic Down the deep Iambic lines ! And
the rolling anapeestic Curl'd, like vapour over shrines ! Oh ! our jEschylus, the ...
Strona 95
Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odours when sweet
violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is
dead, Are heap'd for the beloved's bed ; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
...
Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odours when sweet
violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is
dead, Are heap'd for the beloved's bed ; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
...
Strona 111
... And the flowers that kiss her feet. O ! to live and linger near her, And in tearful
moments cheer her ! I could be a bird to lighten Her dear heart, — her sweet eyes
brighten : Or in fragrance, like a blossom, Give my life up BEAUTIFUL POETRY.
... And the flowers that kiss her feet. O ! to live and linger near her, And in tearful
moments cheer her ! I could be a bird to lighten Her dear heart, — her sweet eyes
brighten : Or in fragrance, like a blossom, Give my life up BEAUTIFUL POETRY.
Strona 122
Nought ! but I live, and on hope's pinions fly Eager towards Thy presence ; for in
Thee I live, and breathe, and dwell ; aspiring high, Even to the throne of Thy
divinity: I am, O God ! and surely Thou must be ! Thou art, directing, guiding all,
Thou ...
Nought ! but I live, and on hope's pinions fly Eager towards Thy presence ; for in
Thee I live, and breathe, and dwell ; aspiring high, Even to the throne of Thy
divinity: I am, O God ! and surely Thou must be ! Thou art, directing, guiding all,
Thou ...
Strona 129
Thou Sun, said I, fair light, And thou enlighten'd Earth, so fresh and gay, Ye hills,
and dales, ye rivers, woods, and plains, And ye that live and move, fair creatures
tell, Tell, if ye saw, how came I thus, how here ? Not of myself; by some great ...
Thou Sun, said I, fair light, And thou enlighten'd Earth, so fresh and gay, Ye hills,
and dales, ye rivers, woods, and plains, And ye that live and move, fair creatures
tell, Tell, if ye saw, how came I thus, how here ? Not of myself; by some great ...
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Strona 159 - O'er other creatures : yet when I approach Her loveliness, so absolute she seems, And in herself complete, so well to know Her own, that what she wills to do or say Seems wisest, virtuousest, discreetest, best...
Strona 173 - YES! in the sea of life enisled, With echoing straits between us thrown, Dotting the shoreless watery wild, We mortal millions live alone.
Strona 87 - How wonderful is Death, Death and his brother Sleep ! One, pale as yonder waning moon With lips of lurid blue ; The other, rosy as the morn When throned on ocean's wave It blushes o'er the world : Yet both so passing wonderful...
Strona 384 - And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Strona 383 - The path of duty was the way to glory : He that walks it, only thirsting For the right, and learns to deaden Love of self, before his journey closes, He shall find the stubborn thistle bursting Into glossy purples, which outredden All voluptuous garden-roses. Not once or twice in our fair island-story, He, that ever following her commands, On with toil of heart and knees and hands, Thro...
Strona 272 - Long, sparkling aisles of steel-stemmed trees Bending to counterfeit a breeze; Sometimes the roof no fretwork knew But silvery mosses that downward grew; Sometimes it was carved in sharp relief With quaint arabesques...
Strona 217 - Or hear'st thou rather pure ethereal stream, Whose fountain who shall tell? Before the sun, Before the heavens, thou wert, and at the voice Of God, as with a mantle, didst invest The rising world of waters dark and deep, Won from the void and formless Infinite!
Strona 95 - Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within the sense they quicken. Rose leaves, when the rose is dead, Are heaped for the beloved's bed; And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone, Love itself shall slumber on.
Strona 193 - Wanderers in that happy valley Through two luminous windows saw Spirits moving musically, To a lute's well-tuned law, Round about a throne where, sitting, "Porphyrogene, In state his glory well befitting, The ruler of the realm was seen.
Strona 383 - And all the rule, one empire: only add Deeds to thy knowledge answerable; add faith, Add virtue, patience, temperance; add love, By name to come call'd charity, the soul Of all the rest: then wilt thou not be loath To leave this Paradise, but shalt possess A paradise within thee, happier far.
Informacje bibliograficzne
| Tytuł | Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, Beautiful poetry |
| Autor | Beautiful poetry |
| Data wydania | 1858 |
| W formie oryginalnej | Uniwersytet Oksfordzki |
| W formie cyfrowej | 27 Wrz 2006 |
| Eksportuj cytowanie | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |