Pencilings and Sketches of the Poets: A Record of Memory and LoveM.T. Downing, 1867 - 379 oldal |
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... pleasure of novelty is necessa rily precluded by a former acquaintance ; but instead of this , you will find the tender in- terest of association , which to your minds will supersede that of talent and ability . Accept , my dear ones ...
... pleasure of novelty is necessa rily precluded by a former acquaintance ; but instead of this , you will find the tender in- terest of association , which to your minds will supersede that of talent and ability . Accept , my dear ones ...
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... pleasure of contributing to your relief . " The effect of this letter on the high - minded Schiller may be imagined . The title of Hofrath , a distinc- tion much coveted , had been bestowed upon him some time before . He was no longer ...
... pleasure of contributing to your relief . " The effect of this letter on the high - minded Schiller may be imagined . The title of Hofrath , a distinc- tion much coveted , had been bestowed upon him some time before . He was no longer ...
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... pleasure for the promise that mamma would read them Miss Proctor , and in a little time , sc much are those poems in consonance with their tastes and feelings , they could repeat them readily from memory . I think it was Beranger who ...
... pleasure for the promise that mamma would read them Miss Proctor , and in a little time , sc much are those poems in consonance with their tastes and feelings , they could repeat them readily from memory . I think it was Beranger who ...
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... pleasures which she brings . A poet that I like to con , Who in his day won much renown , Proclaimed aloud the simple truth : " God made the country - man the town . " Here come the children from the woods , ( The angel band you used to ...
... pleasures which she brings . A poet that I like to con , Who in his day won much renown , Proclaimed aloud the simple truth : " God made the country - man the town . " Here come the children from the woods , ( The angel band you used to ...
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... miles , and returning in the evening of the same day , simply for the pleasure which her friendship gave her . She describes her at the age of six- teen , as follows : - " She was the 112 ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING . ELIZABETH B BROWNING.
... miles , and returning in the evening of the same day , simply for the pleasure which her friendship gave her . She describes her at the age of six- teen , as follows : - " She was the 112 ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING . ELIZABETH B BROWNING.
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Pencilings and Sketches of the Poets: A record of memory and love Margaret T. Downing Korlátozott előnézet - 2022 |
Pencilings and Sketches of the Poets: A record of memory and love Margaret T. Downing Korlátozott előnézet - 2022 |
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Agnes ALFRED TENNYSON angel angel band Ave Maria baby smile Beadsman beautiful beloved sleep bless breast breath bright brow charm cheek child crown dark darling dead dear death deep dream dreary earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING Endymion Enoch Arden eyes face fair fancy father fear feel gaze genius gentle giveth His beloved goblet golden Goldsmith grace hand happy hath head hear heart Heaven holy hope hour Johnson Keats king knee Limours lips lonely look Lord Madeline memory merry mind morn mother myrrh never night noble o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH pale poem poet Porphyro pray prayer rest ROBERT BURNS round SAMUEL JOHNSON says Schiller shadows shine silent smile soft song sorrow soul spirit sweet tears tell tender thee Theodore Tilton thine thou hast thought Thro tion tones Walter Scott wandering weary wild words young youth
Népszerű szakaszok
242. oldal - The blisses of her dream so pure and deep. At which fair Madeline began to weep, And moan forth witless words with many a sigh ; While still her gaze on Porphyro would keep ; Who knelt, with joined hands and piteous eye, Fearing to move or speak, she look'd so dreamingly. xxxv. "Ah, Porphyro!
221. oldal - Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy ? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven : We know her woof, her texture ; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air and gnomed mine — Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
138. oldal - His dews drop mutely on the hill, His cloud above it saileth still, Though on its slope men sow and reap: More softly than the dew is shed, Or cloud is floated, overhead, He giveth His beloved — sleep.
227. 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...
238. oldal - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for Heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint...
252. oldal - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure...
268. oldal - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
233. oldal - O tell me, Angela, by the holy loom Which none but secret sisterhood may see, When they St. Agnes' wool are weaving piously." XIV. "St. Agnes! Ah! it is St. Agnes' Eve — Yet men will murder upon holy days.
329. oldal - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place: The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door; The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day...
240. oldal - A table, and, half anguished, threw thereon A cloth of woven crimson, gold, and jet : — O for some drowsy Morphean amulet ! The boisterous, midnight, festive clarion, The kettle-drum, and far-heard clarionet, Affray his ears, though but in dying tone : — The hall-door shuts again, and all the noise is gone.