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... appear Blake's Songs of Innocence , but these are not poems for children at all . They are poems about children ; that is to say , about life viewed innocently . Sometimes the child is taken as the spokesman , but , broadly speaking ...
... appear Blake's Songs of Innocence , but these are not poems for children at all . They are poems about children ; that is to say , about life viewed innocently . Sometimes the child is taken as the spokesman , but , broadly speaking ...
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... appears in the skies . ' That is to speak the speech of mortality . 6 6 The Songs of Experience ' are not different but by sub- ject from the ' Songs of Innocence ' . They betray a similar naive wonder , only here at the misery and ...
... appears in the skies . ' That is to speak the speech of mortality . 6 6 The Songs of Experience ' are not different but by sub- ject from the ' Songs of Innocence ' . They betray a similar naive wonder , only here at the misery and ...
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... appears not by the mingling of poems of different genre , but in different parts of the same . poem . In the ' Marching Song ' , Bring the comb and play upon it ! Marching , here we come ! we have the voice of the genuine child playing ...
... appears not by the mingling of poems of different genre , but in different parts of the same . poem . In the ' Marching Song ' , Bring the comb and play upon it ! Marching , here we come ! we have the voice of the genuine child playing ...
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... its authorship doubtful , but makes one thing pretty nearly certain , that whether it be by Shake- speare or not , it is not a work of Shakespeare's youth . This will appear on a more detailed consideration of its A LOVER'S COMPLAINT 53.
... its authorship doubtful , but makes one thing pretty nearly certain , that whether it be by Shake- speare or not , it is not a work of Shakespeare's youth . This will appear on a more detailed consideration of its A LOVER'S COMPLAINT 53.
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This will appear on a more detailed consideration of its vocabulary , syntax , and style . First , however , for the sake of clearness , it will be well to set down the actual facts . 6 The quarto of 1609 in which it appeared ( licensed ...
This will appear on a more detailed consideration of its vocabulary , syntax , and style . First , however , for the sake of clearness , it will be well to set down the actual facts . 6 The quarto of 1609 in which it appeared ( licensed ...
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adjectives beauty Blake Blake's blank verse called Canto characteristic child poems cold colour conceit contrast course critics Dante Dante's Divine doubt earth Elizabethan Endymion English verse Eve of St expression eyes father feel forgiveness give Grand Style Greek poetry H. C. BEECHING happy heaven hexameter Homer Hyperion Iliad imagination instance judgement Keats Keats's epithets Lamia language later lines Little Boy Lover's Complaint lyric matter Matthew Arnold meaning ment metre metrical moral nature ness never Ode on Melancholy original pale passage perhaps phrase play poet's poetic prose quoted reader religion rhyme rhythm rival poet seems seldom sense Shakespeare Shakespearian sing sometimes Songs of Experience Songs of Innocence Sonnets speak speech spirit stanza stars suggestion Swinburne syllable thing thou thought tion touch translation Troilus and Cressida true whole word write
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109 ÆäÀÌÁö - And still she slept an azure-lidded sleep, In blanched linen, smooth, and lavendered, While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd; With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrups, tinct with cinnamon; Manna and dates, in argosy transferred From Fez; and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedared Lebanon.
102 ÆäÀÌÁö - I saw pale kings, and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried — "La belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!" I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here On the cold hill's side. And this is why I sojourn here Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake, And no birds sing.
108 ÆäÀÌÁö - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love!
113 ÆäÀÌÁö - I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home. She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self ! Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf.
143 ÆäÀÌÁö - Without Contraries is no progression. Attraction and Repulsion, Reason and Energy, Love and Hate, are necessary to Human existence.
105 ÆäÀÌÁö - Those green-robed senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream, and so dream all night without a stir, Save from one gradual solitary gust Which comes upon the silence, and dies off As if the ebbing air had but one wave...
33 ÆäÀÌÁö - How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower...
110 ÆäÀÌÁö - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget, What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs, Where youth grows pale, and specterthin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond tomorrow.
147 ÆäÀÌÁö - NOUGHT loves another as itself, Nor venerates another so, Nor is it possible to Thought A greater than itself to know: "And, Father, how can I love you Or any of my brothers more? I love you like the little bird That picks up crumbs around the door.
103 ÆäÀÌÁö - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!