The Poets and the Poetry of the Nineteenth Century, Tom 4G. Routledge, 1905 |
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... dead . The earliest manuscript of the " Poems chiefly Lyrical " he lost out of his greatcoat pocket one night while returning from a neighbouring market town . This was enough to reduce an ordinary man to despair , but the invisible ink ...
... dead . The earliest manuscript of the " Poems chiefly Lyrical " he lost out of his greatcoat pocket one night while returning from a neighbouring market town . This was enough to reduce an ordinary man to despair , but the invisible ink ...
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... dead - old age being the only death ; and the faculties which I once possessed receive no impulse as of old , for activity - no joyous inspiration . The intellect is cold and frozen like the mountain streams in winter - a moonless ...
... dead - old age being the only death ; and the faculties which I once possessed receive no impulse as of old , for activity - no joyous inspiration . The intellect is cold and frozen like the mountain streams in winter - a moonless ...
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... dead leaves of an aged vine Tap doleful at my window - pane ; The cold stars shudder , as they shine , Thro ' wind and gusty rain ; Far off I hear the torrent waters thrown Into the valley , like a battle - host , The ancient forests in ...
... dead leaves of an aged vine Tap doleful at my window - pane ; The cold stars shudder , as they shine , Thro ' wind and gusty rain ; Far off I hear the torrent waters thrown Into the valley , like a battle - host , The ancient forests in ...
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... still unsculptured pediments , to be Henceforth the thrones of godlike forms , portray'd By mortal hands that wield immortal art ; To live ev'n when the very names are dead Of 34 THE ISLES OF GREECE . THE ISLES OF GREECE- Anaktoria.
... still unsculptured pediments , to be Henceforth the thrones of godlike forms , portray'd By mortal hands that wield immortal art ; To live ev'n when the very names are dead Of 34 THE ISLES OF GREECE . THE ISLES OF GREECE- Anaktoria.
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To live ev'n when the very names are dead Of them who shaped them : " Strange it is , " he said , " To see the solitude swept by the winds , That heard for ages but the seabird's cry , Or fisher's low sad song , transform'd , as ' twere ...
To live ev'n when the very names are dead Of them who shaped them : " Strange it is , " he said , " To see the solitude swept by the winds , That heard for ages but the seabird's cry , Or fisher's low sad song , transform'd , as ' twere ...
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Strona 148 - Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows ; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : 281 It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides ; and tho...
Strona 148 - There lies the port: the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheads — you...
Strona 106 - He cometh not,' she said; She said, 'I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead!
Strona 121 - COURAGE !" he said, and pointed toward the land, " This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon." In the afternoon they came unto a land, In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that hath a weary dream.
Strona 139 - For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Strona 126 - We have had enough of action, and of motion we, Roll'd to starboard, roll'd to larboard, when the surge was seething free. Where the wallowing monster spouted his foam-fountains in the sea. Let us swear an oath, and keep it with an equal mind, In the hollow Lotos-land to live and lie reclined On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind.
Strona 76 - Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
Strona 154 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Strona 154 - Sweet and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea ! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon...
Strona 116 - By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot. Four gray walls, and four gray towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott.