English Poetry and Prose of the Romantic MovementGeorge Benjamin Woods Scott, Foresman, 1916 - 1432 pages |
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... pain the period , not of joy ; 520 Joy's source , and subject , still subsist unhurt ; 490 Which , pluckt a little more , will toll the 525 bell , That calls my few friends to my funeral ; Where feeble nature drops , perhaps , a tear ...
... pain the period , not of joy ; 520 Joy's source , and subject , still subsist unhurt ; 490 Which , pluckt a little more , will toll the 525 bell , That calls my few friends to my funeral ; Where feeble nature drops , perhaps , a tear ...
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... pain , death ? When shall I die ? -When shall I live for ever ? 125 From NIGHT V. THE RELAPSE Let Indians , and the ... painful search of what he cannot find , At night's approach , content with the next cot , There ruminates awhile ...
... pain , death ? When shall I die ? -When shall I live for ever ? 125 From NIGHT V. THE RELAPSE Let Indians , and the ... painful search of what he cannot find , At night's approach , content with the next cot , There ruminates awhile ...
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... pain ! • 15 I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow , 20 As waving fresh their gladsome wing , My weary soul they seem to soothe , And , redolent of joy and youth , To breathe a second spring . Say , father Thames ...
... pain ! • 15 I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow , 20 As waving fresh their gladsome wing , My weary soul they seem to soothe , And , redolent of joy and youth , To breathe a second spring . Say , father Thames ...
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... pain , Th ' unfeeling for his own . 95 Yet , ah ! why should they know their fate ? 100 5 10 15 20 Since sorrow never comes too late , And happiness too swiftly flies , Thought would destroy their paradise . No more ; -where ignorance ...
... pain , Th ' unfeeling for his own . 95 Yet , ah ! why should they know their fate ? 100 5 10 15 20 Since sorrow never comes too late , And happiness too swiftly flies , Thought would destroy their paradise . No more ; -where ignorance ...
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... Pain , Disease , and Sorrow's weeping train , 45 And Death , sad refuge from the storms of Fate ! The fonds complaint , my song , disprove , And justify the laws of Jove . Say , has he giv'n in vain the heav'nly Muse ? Night and all her ...
... Pain , Disease , and Sorrow's weeping train , 45 And Death , sad refuge from the storms of Fate ! The fonds complaint , my song , disprove , And justify the laws of Jove . Say , has he giv'n in vain the heav'nly Muse ? Night and all her ...
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art thou Balclutha bard beauty behold beneath blood Bonny Dundee breast breath bright busk Caliph Carathis Childe Harold's Pilgrimage clouds dark dead dear death deep delight Demogorgon doth dread dream earth eyes fair fear feel Fingal flowers frae gazed gentle grave green Grongar Hill hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hill hope hour human king lassie light live lonely look Lord lyre maid Manfred mighty mind moon morning mountain Muse nature ne'er never night o'er Panthea passions pleasure poem poet Prometheus rill rock round scene Semichorus shade shore silent sing sleep smile song soul sound spirit stars stream sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thought tree truth Twas vale Vathek voice wandering waves wild wind wings wood words wyllowe Yarrow youth
Popular passages
Page 267 - Earth has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers,, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Page 217 - Of all this unintelligible world. Is lightened:— that serene and blessed mood. In which the affections gently lead us on.— Until. the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended. we are laid asleep In body. and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony. and the deep power of joy. We see into the life of things.
Page 473 - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold ; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
Page 286 - See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, Some fragment from his dream of human life, Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song: Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business...
Page 341 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me, That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice ! And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry, Beware ! Beware ! His flashing eyes, his floating hair ! Weave a circle round him thrice, And close your eyes with holy dread, For he on honey-dew hath fed, And drunk the milk of Paradise.
Page 285 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; — No more shall grief of mine the season wrong...
Page 285 - Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day.
Page 286 - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering...
Page 486 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street: On with the dance! let joy be unconfined: No sleep till morn when youth and pleasure meet, To chase the glowing hours with flying feet.
Page 285 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.