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... earth are born ! May my life no longer be , Than I am in love with thee . " - Such is the deeply enthusiastic tone , the very spirit , with which to approach and cultivate Poetry , - the lan- guage of the Imagination and the Passions ...
... earth are born ! May my life no longer be , Than I am in love with thee . " - Such is the deeply enthusiastic tone , the very spirit , with which to approach and cultivate Poetry , - the lan- guage of the Imagination and the Passions ...
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... earth , from which we have scarcely a wish to be ever recalled . So long as Imagination , the most active principle of the mind , — " beautiful Imagination , Goddess with the raven hair , " -shall form one - half of our human nature ...
... earth , from which we have scarcely a wish to be ever recalled . So long as Imagination , the most active principle of the mind , — " beautiful Imagination , Goddess with the raven hair , " -shall form one - half of our human nature ...
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... earth , peace is with Death and thee ! " And also how tenderly pathetic are some lines from BRYANT'S " Death of the Flowers " ; they , as it were , at once strike home , and vibrate tremblingly on the hidden cord of humanity : - O " The ...
... earth , peace is with Death and thee ! " And also how tenderly pathetic are some lines from BRYANT'S " Death of the Flowers " ; they , as it were , at once strike home , and vibrate tremblingly on the hidden cord of humanity : - O " The ...
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... earth the lovely ones again . * * * * And now , when comes the calm mild day , as still such days will come , To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard , though all the trees ...
... earth the lovely ones again . * * * * And now , when comes the calm mild day , as still such days will come , To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard , though all the trees ...
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... 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 LECTURE ON POETRY .
... 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 LECTURE ON POETRY .
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Adonais adored ancient halls aspi bards beauteous Beleaguered breath bright brow brutal emperor bye-work calm her smile canst thou renounce charm couplet cultivated dark delight doth drag Authority earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING England's dead Eternal eyes Fear feel flowers glowing Godhead gold to matchless harp hath heart Heaven HOMER honour human immortal Juvenal lady LIVERPOOL Lord Bacon Lord BYRON low shadowy laughter Margret MARPLES matchless purity refined melody midnight mind morning morning star mournful Muse Music neath night noble o'er pall passionate phantoms PINDAR Pleasures of Poetry poem Poet praise rain rapture recitation rich rolling clouds Romaunt rose sails were never saw the agony shadows shore similes solemn song sons of learning SOPHOCLES sorrow soul spectral camp spirit stanza star sublime sweep sweet taper's flickering light tears teem tempest given thee trembling throng veil verse wail wave wild wind witchery
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Page 11 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light, and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood? Alas! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
Page 44 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an Eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist; A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Page 44 - Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Page 45 - To them his heart, his love, his griefs were given, But all his serious thoughts had rest in Heaven. As some tall cliff, that lifts its awful form, Swells from the vale and midway leaves the storm, Though round its breast the rolling clouds are spread, Eternal sunshine settles on its head.
Page 9 - White as a sea-fog, landward bound, The spectral camp was seen, And, with a sorrowful, deep sound, The river flowed between. No other voice, nor sound was there, No drum, nor sentry's pace; The mist-like banners clasped the air, As clouds with clouds embrace. But, when the old cathedral bell Proclaimed the morning prayer, The white pavilions rose and fell On the alarm-ed air. Down the broad valley fast and far, The troubled army fled; Up rose the glorious morning star, The ghastly host was dead.
Page 37 - Oh how can'st thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of heaven, Oh how can'st thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven...
Page 27 - And they are gone: ay, ages long ago These lovers fled away into the storm. That night the Baron dreamt of many a woe, And all his warrior-guests with shade and form Of witch, and demon, and large coffin-worm, Were long be-nightmared.
Page 11 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers...
Page 49 - This thirst belongs to the immortality of Man. It is at once a consequence and an indication of his perennial existence. It is the desire of the moth for the star. It is no mere appreciation of the Beauty before us, but a wild effort to reach the Beauty above.
Page 12 - I see the muddy wave, the dreary shore, The sluggish streams that slowly creep below, Which mortals visit, and return no more. Farewell, ye blooming fields ! ye cheerful plains! Enough for me the churchyard's lonely mound, Where melancholy with still silence reigns, And the rank grass waves o'er the cheerless ground. There let me wander at the...