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... to all thoughts and to all objectsーー 6 . 2 . Pilds 17 aport . 1838 at. add the
gleam , The light that never was on sea or land , The consecration , and the poet '
s dream . " fearful sounds , where no living thing was to be xxvi
INTRODUCTIONS .
... to all thoughts and to all objectsーー 6 . 2 . Pilds 17 aport . 1838 at. add the
gleam , The light that never was on sea or land , The consecration , and the poet '
s dream . " fearful sounds , where no living thing was to be xxvi
INTRODUCTIONS .
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At the time of the poet ' s birth , the house of Kirnan had fallen into ruin , and its
lands passed into the possession of strangers . Alexander Campbell , son of its
last owner , was a merchant in Glasgow , a man of honour and education .
At the time of the poet ' s birth , the house of Kirnan had fallen into ruin , and its
lands passed into the possession of strangers . Alexander Campbell , son of its
last owner , was a merchant in Glasgow , a man of honour and education .
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For such lyrics as Ye Mariners and the Battle of the Baltic , we may , with Moore ,
think gratefully of Thomas Campbell , as “ one whose hand Hath shed a new and
deathless ray Around the lyre of this great land ; In whose sea - odes — as in ...
For such lyrics as Ye Mariners and the Battle of the Baltic , we may , with Moore ,
think gratefully of Thomas Campbell , as “ one whose hand Hath shed a new and
deathless ray Around the lyre of this great land ; In whose sea - odes — as in ...
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... his love of the older lands rich in literary and historical associations , a
generous optimism that falls like sunlight upon whatever objects be sees or
persons he encounters . In Outre - Mer he definitely entered upon what perhaps
was the great ...
... his love of the older lands rich in literary and historical associations , a
generous optimism that falls like sunlight upon whatever objects be sees or
persons he encounters . In Outre - Mer he definitely entered upon what perhaps
was the great ...
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... genius , the apostle of old - world culture preaching in the midst of a new ,
vigorous , but on the whole unlettered community . Yet his translations , exquisite
as they are , bis books of travel , sunny as the lands they depict LONGFELLOW .
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... genius , the apostle of old - world culture preaching in the midst of a new ,
vigorous , but on the whole unlettered community . Yet his translations , exquisite
as they are , bis books of travel , sunny as the lands they depict LONGFELLOW .
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Page 7 - 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. Come, read to me some poem, Some simple and heartfelt lay...
Page xxvi - But tell me, tell me ! speak again, Thy soft response renewing — What makes that ship drive on so fast? What is the ocean doing?" SECOND VOICE "Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast; His great bright eye most silently Up to the moon is cast — "If he may know which way to go; For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see! how graciously She looketh down on him.
Page 4 - THERE is no flock, however watched and tended, But one dead lamb is there ! There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended, But has one vacant chair ! The air is full of farewells to the dying, And mournings for the dead ; The heart of Rachel, for her children crying, Will not be comforted...
Page xxxviii - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Page 165 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day...
Page xxiii - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved, and could not feel my limbs : I was so light — almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.
Page 49 - Lyrical Ballads, in which it was agreed that my endeavours should be directed to persons and characters supernatural, or at least romantic — yet so as to transfer from our inward nature a human interest and a semblance of truth sufficient to procure for these shadows of imagination that willing suspension of disbelief, for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.
Page 162 - How sleep the brave who sink to rest By all their country's wishes blest! When Spring, with dewy fingers cold, Returns to deck their hallowed mould, She there shall dress a sweeter sod Than Fancy's feet have ever trod. By fairy hands their knell is rung, By forms unseen their dirge is sung; There Honour comes, a pilgrim grey, To bless the turf that wraps their clay; And Freedom shall awhile repair, To dwell a weeping hermit there!
Page 165 - This is the ship of pearl, which, poets feign, Sails the unshadowed main, — The venturous bark that flings On the sweet summer wind its purpled wings In gulfs enchanted, where the siren sings, And coral reefs lie bare, Where the cold sea-maids rise to sun their streaming hair.
Page xxi - In his loneliness and fixedness he yearneth towards the journeying Moon, and the stars that still sojourn, yet still move onward; and every where the blue sky belongs to them, and is their appointed rest, and their native country and their own natural homes, which they enter unannounced, as lords that are certainly expected and yet there is a silent joy at their arrival.
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| Title | Select Poems of Coleridge, Wordsworth, Campbell Longfellow |
| Author | Frederick Henry Sykes |
| Editor | Frederick Henry Sykes |
| Publisher | W.J. Gage, 1895 |
| Original from | Harvard University |
| Digitized | 1 Feb 2006 |
| Length | 360 pages |
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