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Strona ix
A Common Thought The Fate of the Oak The Weaver ' s Song Song in Praise of
Spring The Owl . . . The Wild Cherry Tree Lyric . . . . . . A Dirge . . . Song Question
and Reply Song for the Seasons Midnight Rhymes . . . Philosophy To a Friend in
...
A Common Thought The Fate of the Oak The Weaver ' s Song Song in Praise of
Spring The Owl . . . The Wild Cherry Tree Lyric . . . . . . A Dirge . . . Song Question
and Reply Song for the Seasons Midnight Rhymes . . . Philosophy To a Friend in
...
Strona 13
The conception of this poem by SHELLEY is most happy , and it is written with
that perfect delicacy both of thought and language , in which he surpasses all
other British poets . THE artist who this idol wrought To echo all harmonious
thought ...
The conception of this poem by SHELLEY is most happy , and it is written with
that perfect delicacy both of thought and language , in which he surpasses all
other British poets . THE artist who this idol wrought To echo all harmonious
thought ...
Strona 14
Here rest ! and , if thy heart Be innocent , here too shalt thou refresh Thy spirit ,
listening to some gentle sound , Or passing gale or hum of murmuring bees .
TIMES GO BY TURNS . Tarning the thoughts back to 14 BEAUTIFUL POETRY .
Here rest ! and , if thy heart Be innocent , here too shalt thou refresh Thy spirit ,
listening to some gentle sound , Or passing gale or hum of murmuring bees .
TIMES GO BY TURNS . Tarning the thoughts back to 14 BEAUTIFUL POETRY .
Strona 15
Tarning the thoughts back to the poets of old times , memory lights on a powerful
composition by ROBERT SOUTHWELL . The singular condensation of language
and ideas in the following poem will strike the least attentive reader . It would be ...
Tarning the thoughts back to the poets of old times , memory lights on a powerful
composition by ROBERT SOUTHWELL . The singular condensation of language
and ideas in the following poem will strike the least attentive reader . It would be ...
Strona 17
... know his heart is kind and fond , I know he loveth me , But loveth yet his mother
more with grateful fervency ; But that which others most admire is the thought
which fills his mind , The food for grave inquiring speech he everywhere doth find
.
... know his heart is kind and fond , I know he loveth me , But loveth yet his mother
more with grateful fervency ; But that which others most admire is the thought
which fills his mind , The food for grave inquiring speech he everywhere doth find
.
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Strona 77 - Of aspect more sublime : that blessed mood In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world. Is lightened; that serene and blessed mood. In which the affections gently lead us on, Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul...
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Strona 6 - To him who in the love of Nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language ; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty, and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Strona 366 - Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,— " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou," I said, " art sure no craven, Ghastly grim and ancient Raven wandering from the Nightly shore: Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore !" Quoth the Raven,
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Strona 53 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
Strona 297 - Look here, upon this picture, and on this, The counterfeit presentment of two brothers. See what a grace was seated on this brow ; Hyperion's curls, the front of Jove himself, An eye like Mars, to threaten and command; A station like the herald Mercury New-lighted on a heaven-kissing hill ; A combination and a form indeed, Where every god did seem to set his seal To give the world assurance of a man : This was your husband.
Informacje bibliograficzne
| Tytuł | Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, Tom 1 Beautiful poetry, selected by the ed. of The Critic, Beautiful poetry |
| Autor | Beautiful poetry |
| Data wydania | 1853 |
| W formie oryginalnej | Uniwersytet Oksfordzki |
| W formie cyfrowej | 27 Wrz 2006 |
| Eksportuj cytowanie | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |