Lectures on the British Poets, 第 2 巻J.B. Lippincott & Company, 1860 |
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... Land of Burns , and one of those itinerary records which the imagination of Words- worth has scattered in every land he has visited is in these lines : - " There ! ' said a stripling , pointing with meet pride Towards a low roof , with ...
... Land of Burns , and one of those itinerary records which the imagination of Words- worth has scattered in every land he has visited is in these lines : - " There ! ' said a stripling , pointing with meet pride Towards a low roof , with ...
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... land Mary . " On every leading event his poetic heart spake from its fulness , as when what he called a bitter blast of misfortune's cold " nor'west " was near driving him from his native land , and he wrote , in obvious allu- sion to ...
... land Mary . " On every leading event his poetic heart spake from its fulness , as when what he called a bitter blast of misfortune's cold " nor'west " was near driving him from his native land , and he wrote , in obvious allu- sion to ...
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... which rake the mountain summit , Or waves that own no curbing hand , How fast has brother followed brother From sunshine to the sunless land ! " Yet I , whose lids from infant slumbers Were FIVE NAMES WORTHY OF DISTINCTION . 51.
... which rake the mountain summit , Or waves that own no curbing hand , How fast has brother followed brother From sunshine to the sunless land ! " Yet I , whose lids from infant slumbers Were FIVE NAMES WORTHY OF DISTINCTION . 51.
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... and blowing , Than that whose braid Is plucked to shade ? The brows with victory glowing We tread the land that bore us ; Her green flag glitters o'er us ; The friends we've tried Are by our side , And 56 LECTURE ELEVENTH .
... and blowing , Than that whose braid Is plucked to shade ? The brows with victory glowing We tread the land that bore us ; Her green flag glitters o'er us ; The friends we've tried Are by our side , And 56 LECTURE ELEVENTH .
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... land , but from the ballads of German poets , a foreign literature which acquired a short - lived popularity in the closing years of the last cen- tury . Imitation of the German ballad - poetry was not the true direction of the young ...
... land , but from the ballads of German poets , a foreign literature which acquired a short - lived popularity in the closing years of the last cen- tury . Imitation of the German ballad - poetry was not the true direction of the young ...
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117 ページ - Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And, having once turned round, walks on, And turns no more his head, Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
123 ページ - Alas ! they had been friends in youth ; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
114 ページ - This body dropt not down. Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.
192 ページ - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims aronnd him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
221 ページ - 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. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will: Dear God! the very houses seem asleep; And...
123 ページ - With Roland and Sir Leoline. Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother : They parted — ne'er to meet again ! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder ; A dreary sea now flows between ; — But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
260 ページ - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder— everlastingly.
195 ページ - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
120 ページ - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
192 ページ - He heard it, but he heeded not - his eyes Were with his heart, and that was far away He reck'd not of the life he lost nor prize, But where his rude hut by the Danube lay There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother - he, their sire, Butcher'd to make a Roman holiday All this rush'd with his blood - Shall he expire And unavenged?