Englische Studien, Volume 43Eugen Kölbing, Johannes Hoops, Reinald Hoops O.R. Reisland, 1911 "Zeitschrift für englische Philologie" (varies slightly). |
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Page 51 - Full gently now she takes him by the hand, A lily prison'd in a gaol of snow, Or ivory in an alabaster band...
Page 399 - All heaven and earth are still — though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling most; And silent, as we stand in thoughts too deep : — All heaven and earth are still : — From the high host Of stars, to the lull'd lake and mountain-coast, All is concenter'd in a life intense, Where not a beam, nor air, nor leaf is lost, But hath a part of being, and a sense Of that which is of all Creator and defence, xc.
Page 401 - Kissing his feet with murmurs; and the wood, The covert of old trees, with trunks all hoar, But light leaves, young as joy, stands where it stood, Offering to him, and his, a populous solitude...
Page 400 - Then stirs the feeling infinite, so felt In solitude, where we are least alone ; A truth which through our being then doth melt, And purifies from self: it is a tone, The soul and source of music, which makes known Eternal harmony, and sheds a charm, Like to the fabled Cytherea's zone, Binding all things with beauty ; — 'twould disarm The spectre Death, had he substantial power to harm.
Page 91 - I HAVE no ear. Mistake me not, reader, nor imagine that I am by nature destitute of those exterior twin appendages, hanging ornaments, and (architecturally speaking) handsome volutes to the human capital. Better my mother had never borne me. I am, I think, rather delicately than copiously provided with those conduits ; and I feel no disposition to envy the mule for his plenty, or the mole for her exactness, in those ingenious labyrinthine inlets — those indispensable side-intelligencers.
Page 398 - I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me : and to me, High mountains are a feeling...
Page 382 - London aforesaid, to wit, in the parish of St. Mary le Bow, in the ward of Cheap...
Page 399 - Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them?
Page 401 - And fairy-form'd and many-colour'd things, Who worship him with notes more sweet than words, And innocently open their glad wings, Fearless and full of life : the gush of springs, And fall of lofty fountains, and the bend Of stirring branches, and the bud which brings The swiftest thought of beauty, here extend, Mingling, and made by Love, unto one mighty end.
Page 53 - ... fairies dance their rounds, By the pale moon-shine, dipping oftentimes Their stolen children, so to make them free From dying flesh, and dull mortality : By this fair fount hath many a shepherd sworn, And given away his freedom, many a troth Been plight, which neither envy, nor old time Could ever break, with many a chaste kiss given, In hope of coming happiness. By this fresh fountain, many a blushing maid Hath crown'd the head of her long-loved shepherd...