The Revival of English Poetry in the Nineteenth Century: Selections from Wordsworth, Coleridge, Shelley, Keats and ByronElinor Mead Buckingham Morse Company, 1897 - 257 oldal |
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viii. oldal
... Looks out , effulgent , from amid the flush Of broken clouds , gay - shifting to his beam . The rapid Radiance instantaneous strikes Th ' illumined mountain , through the forest streams , Shakes on the floods , and in a yellow mist ...
... Looks out , effulgent , from amid the flush Of broken clouds , gay - shifting to his beam . The rapid Radiance instantaneous strikes Th ' illumined mountain , through the forest streams , Shakes on the floods , and in a yellow mist ...
xx. oldal
... " and says that he thought within himself , " With what eyes these poets see nature . " If ordinary men did not even look at nature , and such men as Pope did not observe her correctly , no wonder that poetry XX INTRODUCTION.
... " and says that he thought within himself , " With what eyes these poets see nature . " If ordinary men did not even look at nature , and such men as Pope did not observe her correctly , no wonder that poetry XX INTRODUCTION.
4. oldal
... look on nature , not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth ; but hearing oftentimes The still , sad music of humanity , Nor harsh nor grating , though of ample power To chasten and subdue . And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with ...
... look on nature , not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth ; but hearing oftentimes The still , sad music of humanity , Nor harsh nor grating , though of ample power To chasten and subdue . And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with ...
6. oldal
... look round on your Mother Earth , As if she for no purpose bore you ; As if you were her first - born birth , And none had lived before you ! ” One morning thus , by Esthwaite lake , When life was sweet , I knew not why , To me my good ...
... look round on your Mother Earth , As if she for no purpose bore you ; As if you were her first - born birth , And none had lived before you ! ” One morning thus , by Esthwaite lake , When life was sweet , I knew not why , To me my good ...
7. oldal
... looks ; Why all this toil and trouble ? The sun , above the mountain's head , A freshening lustre mellow Through all the long green fields has spread , His first sweet evening yellow . Books ! ' tis a dull and endless strife : Come ...
... looks ; Why all this toil and trouble ? The sun , above the mountain's head , A freshening lustre mellow Through all the long green fields has spread , His first sweet evening yellow . Books ! ' tis a dull and endless strife : Come ...
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Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
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
Népszerű szakaszok
5. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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. oldal - 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...