The English Poets: Selections with Critical Introductions by Various Writers and a General Introduction, Volume 4Macmillan, 1881 |
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... eyes and widen the thoughts of his countrymen , and to teach them to discern in the humblest and most unexpected ... eyes of readers , and the eyes of writers , have been opened ; and whatever judgement they may pass on his own poetry or ...
... eyes and widen the thoughts of his countrymen , and to teach them to discern in the humblest and most unexpected ... eyes of readers , and the eyes of writers , have been opened ; and whatever judgement they may pass on his own poetry or ...
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... eyes were blind of expression and novelty in common sights . A habit was formed of indefatigable observation , like ... eye , ' seized and grasped what had always been visible yet never seen , and gave their countrymen capacities of ...
... eyes were blind of expression and novelty in common sights . A habit was formed of indefatigable observation , like ... eye , ' seized and grasped what had always been visible yet never seen , and gave their countrymen capacities of ...
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... eyes . ( 1797 ? ) EXPOSTULATION AND REPLY . ' Why , William , on that old grey stone , Thus for the length of half a day , Why , William , sit you thus alone , And dream your time away ? Where are your books ? that light bequeathed To ...
... eyes . ( 1797 ? ) EXPOSTULATION AND REPLY . ' Why , William , on that old grey stone , Thus for the length of half a day , Why , William , sit you thus alone , And dream your time away ? Where are your books ? that light bequeathed To ...
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... eye , and ear , -both what they half create , And what perceive ; well pleased to recognise In nature and the language ... eyes . Oh yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once , My dear dear Sister ! and this prayer I make ...
... eye , and ear , -both what they half create , And what perceive ; well pleased to recognise In nature and the language ... eyes . Oh yet a little while May I behold in thee what I was once , My dear dear Sister ! and this prayer I make ...
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... eyes these gleams Of past existence - wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together ; and that I , so long A worshipper of Nature , hither came Unwearied in that service : rather say With warmer ...
... eyes these gleams Of past existence - wilt thou then forget That on the banks of this delightful stream We stood together ; and that I , so long A worshipper of Nature , hither came Unwearied in that service : rather say With warmer ...
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Page 459 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Page 28 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Page 324 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning.
Page 60 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind ; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be, In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering, In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Page 386 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear: If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
Page 457 - 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.
Page 454 - Pipe to the spirit ditties of no tone: Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Page 376 - Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them!
Page 383 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Page 41 - REAPER Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass ! Reaping and singing by herself ; Stop here, or gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain ; O listen ! for the vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.