A Selection from the Great English Poets: With an Essay on the Reading of PoetryA.C. McClurg, 1905 - 576 pagina's |
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Pagina vii
... till I had read it a dozen or forty or a hundred times . So I have never had time to read much poetry , nor do I think that the average reader ought to attempt to do so . I feel that " complete works " are a bugbear . They are like ore ...
... till I had read it a dozen or forty or a hundred times . So I have never had time to read much poetry , nor do I think that the average reader ought to attempt to do so . I feel that " complete works " are a bugbear . They are like ore ...
Pagina xxv
... till , by a species of reaction , the tranquillity gradually disappears , and an emotion , kindred to that which was before the subject of contemplation , is gradually produced , and does itself actually exist in the mind . In this mood ...
... till , by a species of reaction , the tranquillity gradually disappears , and an emotion , kindred to that which was before the subject of contemplation , is gradually produced , and does itself actually exist in the mind . In this mood ...
Pagina xxvii
... till we go much and we shall never perfect it till we are complete s of the other imaginative elements . II the most obvious element in poetry is its appeal to , the next most apparent quality is its continuous " An immortal instinct ...
... till we go much and we shall never perfect it till we are complete s of the other imaginative elements . II the most obvious element in poetry is its appeal to , the next most apparent quality is its continuous " An immortal instinct ...
Pagina xxxvii
... till we are sure they have no special message for us , or until we are so attached to them we can never hope to grow indiffer- ent ; and then let us cling to those we love . Constancy of passion in poetry , as in love , is likely to ...
... till we are sure they have no special message for us , or until we are so attached to them we can never hope to grow indiffer- ent ; and then let us cling to those we love . Constancy of passion in poetry , as in love , is likely to ...
Pagina 12
... till she have prevail'd ? Ay me ! but yet thou mightst my seat forbear , And chide thy beauty and thy straying youth , Who lead thee in their riot even there Where thou art forced to break a twofold truth , Hers , by thy beauty tempting ...
... till she have prevail'd ? Ay me ! but yet thou mightst my seat forbear , And chide thy beauty and thy straying youth , Who lead thee in their riot even there Where thou art forced to break a twofold truth , Hers , by thy beauty tempting ...
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Pagina 293 - Ah, love, let us be true To one another ! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain ; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.
Pagina 7 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Pagina 150 - There was a sound of revelry by night. And Belgium's capital had gathered then Her beauty and her chivalry ; and bright The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men : A thousand hearts beat happily ; and when Music arose with its voluptuous swell, Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again ; And all went merry as a marriage-bell, But hush ! hark ! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell.
Pagina 109 - 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, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the day, a master o'er a slave, A Presence which is not to be put by; 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...
Pagina 351 - This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core ; This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er, But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er She shall press, ah, nevermore ! Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer Swung by seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor. "Wretch...
Pagina 348 - tapping at my chamber door Only this and nothing more.' Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December; And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor. Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow From my books surcease...
Pagina 111 - Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Pagina 348 - For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE ; And the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful ANNABEL LEE : And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling — my darling — my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea — In her tomb by the sounding sea.
Pagina 191 - 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.
Pagina 565 - Requiem Under the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.