Works ...Derby & Jackson, 1859 |
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iv. oldal
... YOUNG WARRIORS • 137 IMOGEN IN BED 138 SELECTIONS FROM BEN JONSON , WITH CRITICAL NOTICE TO CYNTHIA ; THE MOON THE LOVE - MAKING OF LUXURY TOWERING SENSUALITY 140 142 • 142 143 THE WITCH . 145 A MEETING OF WITCHES A CATCH OF SATYRS 146 ...
... YOUNG WARRIORS • 137 IMOGEN IN BED 138 SELECTIONS FROM BEN JONSON , WITH CRITICAL NOTICE TO CYNTHIA ; THE MOON THE LOVE - MAKING OF LUXURY TOWERING SENSUALITY 140 142 • 142 143 THE WITCH . 145 A MEETING OF WITCHES A CATCH OF SATYRS 146 ...
20. oldal
... young lover's soul ; a winning grace Guides every gesture , and obsequious love Attends on all her steps . " Triumphing o'er reason " is an old acquaintance of every- body's . " Paradise in her look " is from the Italian poets through ...
... young lover's soul ; a winning grace Guides every gesture , and obsequious love Attends on all her steps . " Triumphing o'er reason " is an old acquaintance of every- body's . " Paradise in her look " is from the Italian poets through ...
33. oldal
... young writers on the plea of its being natural ; but this is a mere confusion of triviality with propriety , and is usually the result of indolence . Unsuperfluousness is rather a matter of style in general , than of the sound and order ...
... young writers on the plea of its being natural ; but this is a mere confusion of triviality with propriety , and is usually the result of indolence . Unsuperfluousness is rather a matter of style in general , than of the sound and order ...
34. oldal
... Young writers should bear in mind , that even some of the very best materials for poetry are not poetry built ; and that the smallest marble shrine , of exquisite workmanship , outvalues all that architect ever chipped away . Whatever ...
... Young writers should bear in mind , that even some of the very best materials for poetry are not poetry built ; and that the smallest marble shrine , of exquisite workmanship , outvalues all that architect ever chipped away . Whatever ...
43. oldal
... young reader should ask , after all , What is the quickest way of knowing bad poets from good , the best poets from the next best , and so on ? the answer is , the only and two - fold way ; first , the perusal of the best poets with the ...
... young reader should ask , after all , What is the quickest way of knowing bad poets from good , the best poets from the next best , and so on ? the answer is , the only and two - fold way ; first , the perusal of the best poets with the ...
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219. oldal - What thou art we know not: what is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, as from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden in the light of thought, singing hymns unbidden till the world is wrought to sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
189. oldal - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
252. oldal - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...
252. oldal - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
177. oldal - Less than archangel ruined, and the excess Of glory obscured ; as when the sun, new risen, Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams, or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
233. oldal - ST. AGNES' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold: Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith.
194. oldal - Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe.
88. oldal - Was parmaceti for an inward bruise ; And that it was great pity, so it was, This villanous saltpetre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly ; and but for these vile guns He would himself have been a soldier.
250. oldal - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair ; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
186. oldal - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus