Thoughts on the PoetsC.S. Francis & Company, 1846 - 318ÆäÀÌÁö |
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... turning pale at hearing of his intended absence . The very complaints he breathes of her pride , coldness , and reserve , betray a consciousness , on her part , more gratifying as proofs of interest , from such a woman , than the ...
... turning pale at hearing of his intended absence . The very complaints he breathes of her pride , coldness , and reserve , betray a consciousness , on her part , more gratifying as proofs of interest , from such a woman , than the ...
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... turn from the midst of the forced and hot - bed products of the modern school , and ramble in the garden of old English literature , a cool and calm refreshment invigorates the spirit , like the first breath of mountain air to the weary ...
... turn from the midst of the forced and hot - bed products of the modern school , and ramble in the garden of old English literature , a cool and calm refreshment invigorates the spirit , like the first breath of mountain air to the weary ...
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... turn to those which were thrown off under the pressing exigencies of his life , it is astonishing what a contrast of subjects employed his pen . During his college days , he was constantly writing ballads on popular events , which he ...
... turn to those which were thrown off under the pressing exigencies of his life , it is astonishing what a contrast of subjects employed his pen . During his college days , he was constantly writing ballads on popular events , which he ...
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... turns the whole force of his mind in that direc- tion , expands his nature to drink in its suggestions as a flower opens to the sun and pours forth upon it the con- centrated flow of thought , as a pilgrim at his long - sought shrine or ...
... turns the whole force of his mind in that direc- tion , expands his nature to drink in its suggestions as a flower opens to the sun and pours forth upon it the con- centrated flow of thought , as a pilgrim at his long - sought shrine or ...
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... turns appear To hail the blooming guest . But lo , where sunk in deep despair , Her garments torn , her bosom bare , Impatient Freedom lies ! Her matted tresses madly spread , To every sod which wraps the dead , She turns her joyless ...
... turns appear To hail the blooming guest . But lo , where sunk in deep despair , Her garments torn , her bosom bare , Impatient Freedom lies ! Her matted tresses madly spread , To every sod which wraps the dead , She turns her joyless ...
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219 ÆäÀÌÁö - Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
76 ÆäÀÌÁö - Kent. Vex not his ghost. O, let him pass! He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
52 ÆäÀÌÁö - See the wretch, that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again : The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
234 ÆäÀÌÁö - Until the poppied warmth of sleep oppress'd Her soothed limbs, and soul fatigued away ; Flown, like a thought, until the morrow-day ; Blissfully haven'd both from joy and pain; Clasp'd like a missal where swart Paynims pray; Blinded alike from sunshine and from rain, As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again.
136 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.
126 ÆäÀÌÁö - Where the thin harvest waves its wither'd ears ; Rank weeds, that every art and care defy, Reign o'er the land and rob the blighted rye : There Thistles stretch their prickly arms afar, And to the ragged infant threaten war; There Poppies nodding, mock the hope of toil, There the blue Bugloss paints the sterile soil ; Hardy and high, above the slender sheaf, The slimy Mallow waves her silky leaf; O'er the young shoot the Charlock throws a shade, And clasping Tares cling round the sickly blade ; With...
90 ÆäÀÌÁö - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
176 ÆäÀÌÁö - MINE be a cot beside the hill ; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch, Shall twitter from her clay-built nest; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.
207 ÆäÀÌÁö - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain-light of all our day, Are yet a master-light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal silence...
298 ÆäÀÌÁö - Father, Thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns. Thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth, and forthwith rose All these fair ranks of trees. They in Thy sun Budded, and shook their green leaves in Thy breeze, And shot towards heaven. The centuryliving crow, Whose birth was in their tops, grew old and died...