Birds and poets, with other papers. Author's ed1884 |
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... senses mix , Oh , tell me where the passions meet , " - of " In Memoriam , " is doubtless the night- ingale . And here we have the lark : - : - " Now sings the woodland loud and long , And distance takes a lovelier hue , And drowned in ...
... senses mix , Oh , tell me where the passions meet , " - of " In Memoriam , " is doubtless the night- ingale . And here we have the lark : - : - " Now sings the woodland loud and long , And distance takes a lovelier hue , And drowned in ...
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... my ears , my hands are stones , Curdles the blood to the marble bones , Tugs at the heart - strings , numbs the sense , And hems in life with narrowing fence . D Well , in this broad bed lie and sleep , BIRDS AND POETS . 49.
... my ears , my hands are stones , Curdles the blood to the marble bones , Tugs at the heart - strings , numbs the sense , And hems in life with narrowing fence . D Well , in this broad bed lie and sleep , BIRDS AND POETS . 49.
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... senses perish and be shed , as it were , in a world where it could not be used ? II . It is well to let down our metropolitan pride a little . Man thinks himself at the top , and that the immense display and pro- digality of Nature are ...
... senses perish and be shed , as it were , in a world where it could not be used ? II . It is well to let down our metropolitan pride a little . Man thinks himself at the top , and that the immense display and pro- digality of Nature are ...
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... sense . A great part of the best literature and the best art is of the vital fluids , the bowels , the chest , the appetites , and is to be read and judged only through love and compassion . Let us pray for unction , which is the mar ...
... sense . A great part of the best literature and the best art is of the vital fluids , the bowels , the chest , the appetites , and is to be read and judged only through love and compassion . Let us pray for unction , which is the mar ...
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... senses again as best we can . I experienced the same emotion when I saw them go by with the sunken steamer . The procession moved slowly and solemnly . It was like a funeral cortege , —a long line of grim floats and barges and boxes ...
... senses again as best we can . I experienced the same emotion when I saw them go by with the sunken steamer . The procession moved slowly and solemnly . It was like a funeral cortege , —a long line of grim floats and barges and boxes ...
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Стр. 25 - Leave to the nightingale her shady wood ; A privacy of glorious light is thine; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony, with instinct more divine; Type of the wise who soar, but never roam; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home...
Стр. 25 - All the earth and air with thy voice is loud, as when night is bare, from one lonely cloud the moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Стр. 238 - I have heard what the talkers were talking, the talk of the beginning and the end, But I do not talk of the beginning or the end. There was never any more inception than there is now...
Стр. 33 - Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery; The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green ; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen.
Стр. 281 - Immense have been the preparations for me, Faithful and friendly the arms that have help'd me. Cycles ferried my cradle, rowing and rowing like cheerful boatmen, For room to me stars kept aside in their own rings, They sent influences to look after what was to hold me. Before I was born out of my mother generations guided me, My embryo has never been torpid, nothing could overlay it.
Стр. 33 - Sweet bird ! thy bower is ever green, Thy sky is ever clear ; Thou hast no sorrow in thy song, No winter in thy year...
Стр. 14 - Less Philomel will deign a song In her sweetest saddest plight, Smoothing the rugged brow of Night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke Gently o'er the accustomed oak; Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy!
Стр. 25 - UP with me ! up with me into the clouds ! For thy song, Lark, is strong; Up with me, up with me into the clouds ! Singing, singing, With clouds and sky about thee ringing, Lift me, guide me till I find That spot which seems so to thy mind...
Стр. 283 - Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue! Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river! Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake! Far-swooping elbow'd earth - rich apple-blossom'd earth! Smile, for your lover comes.
Стр. 40 - Like silent ghosts in misty shrouds Stand out the white lighthouses high. Almost as far as eye can reach I see the close-reefed vessels fly, As fast we flit along the beach, — One little sandpiper and I.