Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth CenturyScott, Webster & Geary, 1842 - 490 pages |
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... voice is not heard ; " but poets were deaf to that all - pervading appeal of which they should have been the legitimate organs and interpreters . How then could it be otherwise , than that before them the human heart lay cold and ...
... voice is not heard ; " but poets were deaf to that all - pervading appeal of which they should have been the legitimate organs and interpreters . How then could it be otherwise , than that before them the human heart lay cold and ...
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... voice . Thus it was that even his Doric dialect , which had always grated so harshly in the ears of England , suddenly acquired in popular estimation a richness and melody hitherto unthought of ; and it was cherished and revered ...
... voice . Thus it was that even his Doric dialect , which had always grated so harshly in the ears of England , suddenly acquired in popular estimation a richness and melody hitherto unthought of ; and it was cherished and revered ...
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... voice of nature , which utters a whispered oracle from each of its works , and studied the heart that was lodged within his own bosom , he had mastered that knowledge both of the physical and moral world , without which there can be no ...
... voice of nature , which utters a whispered oracle from each of its works , and studied the heart that was lodged within his own bosom , he had mastered that knowledge both of the physical and moral world , without which there can be no ...
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... voice soft , gentle , and low- " an excellent thing in woman ; " - but as the song of the age proceeded , and swelled into a wider grandeur , their sweet , clear , feminine accents were heard over the whole thunder - peal , like the ...
... voice soft , gentle , and low- " an excellent thing in woman ; " - but as the song of the age proceeded , and swelled into a wider grandeur , their sweet , clear , feminine accents were heard over the whole thunder - peal , like the ...
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... voice seraphic grasps my listening ear : Wond'ring I gaze ; when lo ! methought afar , More bright than dauntless day's imperial star , A godlike form advances . " F. You suppose These lines , perhaps , too turgid ; what of those ...
... voice seraphic grasps my listening ear : Wond'ring I gaze ; when lo ! methought afar , More bright than dauntless day's imperial star , A godlike form advances . " F. You suppose These lines , perhaps , too turgid ; what of those ...
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Page 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...
Page 417 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, — While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue...
Page 109 - No more shall grief of mine the season wrong; I hear the Echoes through the mountains throng, The Winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And all the earth is gay; Land and sea 30 Give themselves up to jollity...
Page 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,
Page 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.
Page 112 - Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Page 380 - The world's great age begins anew, The golden years return, The earth doth like a snake renew Her winter weeds outworn: Heaven smiles, and faiths and empires gleam Like wrecks of a dissolving dream.
Page 414 - Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy...
Page 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...
Page 108 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose, The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare ; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair ; The sunshine is a glorious birth ; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.