English Language and Literary Criticism: English poetryPotter, 1882 |
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... eye of the mind , as a magic - lantern produces an illusion on the eye of the body . And , as the magic - lantern acts best in a dark room , poetry effects its purpose most completely in a dark age . As the light of knowledge breaks in ...
... eye of the mind , as a magic - lantern produces an illusion on the eye of the body . And , as the magic - lantern acts best in a dark room , poetry effects its purpose most completely in a dark age . As the light of knowledge breaks in ...
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... eyes gazed The firm - minded King , and the places beheld . Void of joys ; saw the dark cloud Lower in eternal night , swart under heaven , Wan and waste , until this world - creation Through word of the Wonder - King was formed ; Here ...
... eyes gazed The firm - minded King , and the places beheld . Void of joys ; saw the dark cloud Lower in eternal night , swart under heaven , Wan and waste , until this world - creation Through word of the Wonder - King was formed ; Here ...
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... eyes , none of the knights succeeded in the quest save Sir Galahad , and to him was awarded the honor of sitting in the Seat Perilous . Of the wonderful series of exploits , of the adventures at home and abroad of these heroes , and of ...
... eyes , none of the knights succeeded in the quest save Sir Galahad , and to him was awarded the honor of sitting in the Seat Perilous . Of the wonderful series of exploits , of the adventures at home and abroad of these heroes , and of ...
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... eye - witness of that which is related . The student will not fail to read the entire poem . The passages most deserving of special study are the following : The description of the castle and of Marmion . Canto I. , 1-11 . The immuring ...
... eye - witness of that which is related . The student will not fail to read the entire poem . The passages most deserving of special study are the following : The description of the castle and of Marmion . Canto I. , 1-11 . The immuring ...
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... eye , That fires not , wins not , weeps not now , And but for that chill , changeless brow , Where cold obstruction's apathy Appalls the gazing mourner's heart , As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads , yet dwells upon ; Yes ...
... eye , That fires not , wins not , weeps not now , And but for that chill , changeless brow , Where cold obstruction's apathy Appalls the gazing mourner's heart , As if to him it could impart The doom he dreads , yet dwells upon ; Yes ...
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386 ÆäÀÌÁö - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me : — ' Pipe a song about a lamb : ' So I piped with merry cheer. ' Piper, pipe that song again : ' So I piped ; he wept to hear.
359 ÆäÀÌÁö - Those are Grecian ghosts, that in battle were slain And unburied remain Inglorious on the plain : Give the vengeance due To the valiant crew ! Behold how they toss their torches on high, How they point to the Persian abodes And glittering temples of their hostile gods.
545 ÆäÀÌÁö - IT WAS many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.
313 ÆäÀÌÁö - Only with speeches fair She woos the gentle air To hide her guilty front with innocent snow, And on her naked shame, Pollute with sinful blame, The saintly veil of maiden white to throw; Confounded, that her Maker's eyes Should look so near upon her foul deformities.
375 ÆäÀÌÁö - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me ; my spirit's bark is driven Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given ; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven ! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar ; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
460 ÆäÀÌÁö - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along.
544 ÆäÀÌÁö - or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore; But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping, And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door, That I scarce was sure I heard you" — here I opened wide the door — Darkness there and nothing more.
348 ÆäÀÌÁö - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak, She quells the floods below, — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy winds do blow, When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
332 ÆäÀÌÁö - Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints.
346 ÆäÀÌÁö - Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well...