The Revival of English Poetry in the Nineteenth Century: Selections from Wordsworth, Coleridge, Shelley, Keats and ByronElinor Mead Buckingham Morse Company, 1897 - 257ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... flowers , the trailing vines about him . He described them lovingly , for their own sake , but it is obvi- ous that a man who consciously turns to nature and po- etry as a relief from oppressive gloom , and who thus by accident ...
... flowers , the trailing vines about him . He described them lovingly , for their own sake , but it is obvi- ous that a man who consciously turns to nature and po- etry as a relief from oppressive gloom , and who thus by accident ...
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... flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine , and I will make A Lady of my own . " Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The Girl , in rock and plain , In earth and ...
... flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine , and I will make A Lady of my own . " Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The Girl , in rock and plain , In earth and ...
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... flowers Fade , and participate in man's decline . 1803. ] TO THE CUCKOO . O blithe New - comer ! I have heard , I hear thee and rejoice . O Cuckoo ! shall I call thee Bird , Or but a wandering Voice ? While I am lying on the grass Thy ...
... flowers Fade , and participate in man's decline . 1803. ] TO THE CUCKOO . O blithe New - comer ! I have heard , I hear thee and rejoice . O Cuckoo ! shall I call thee Bird , Or but a wandering Voice ? While I am lying on the grass Thy ...
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... Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads ; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong ; 30 40 And the most ancient heavens , through Thee , are fresh and strong . To humbler functions , awful Power ! I ...
... Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads ; Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong ; 30 40 And the most ancient heavens , through Thee , are fresh and strong . To humbler functions , awful Power ! I ...
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... flowers ; For this , for every thing , we are out of tune ; It moves us not . - Great God ! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I , standing on this pleasant lea , Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn ...
... flowers ; For this , for every thing , we are out of tune ; It moves us not . - Great God ! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn ; So might I , standing on this pleasant lea , Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn ...
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A. C. Swinburne Agnes ancient Mariner beauty behold beneath birds blue breast breath breeze bright Busk Byron calm child Christabel clouds Coleridge dark dead dear Death deep delight didst dost doth dream earth Edward Dowden eternal eyes fair fear feel flowers gazed Geraldine glory green groan happy hath hear heard heart heaven hill hour JOHN KEATS Keats lady land of mist Leigh Hunt light live look Lord LORD BYRON loud Lyrical Ballads Moon morn mountains nature never night o'er ocean poems poet poetry Porphyro rose round S. T. Coleridge Samian wine SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shadow Shelley ship shore sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spake spirit stars stood streams sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought twas voice waves weary Wedding-Guest wild wind wings Wordsworth Yarrow
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5 ÆäÀÌÁö - From joy to joy : for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
240 ÆäÀÌÁö - And I have loved thee, Ocean ! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward : from a boy I wanton'd with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight ; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
37 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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!
175 ÆäÀÌÁö - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
125 ÆäÀÌÁö - I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores; I change, but I cannot die. For after the rain when with never a stain The pavilion of Heaven is bare, And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams Build up the blue dome of air...
4 ÆäÀÌÁö - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create *, And what perceive; well pleased to recognise In nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.
81 ÆäÀÌÁö - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
34 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...
62 ÆäÀÌÁö - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong : He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
37 ÆäÀÌÁö - 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...