CriticismsLongman. Brown, and Company, 1848 - Всего страниц: 99 |
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... poem opens with a fine description of Spring , followed by a liquid memory of the past , uttered in the ear of his beloved , which for sweetness of thought and grace of execution , will find but few equals . It is an April morn ; the ...
... poem opens with a fine description of Spring , followed by a liquid memory of the past , uttered in the ear of his beloved , which for sweetness of thought and grace of execution , will find but few equals . It is an April morn ; the ...
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... poem : - We have been dwellers in a lovely land , A land of lavish lights and floating shades , And broad green flats , bordered by woody capes That lessen ever as they stretch away Into the distant blue ; a land of hills , Cloud ...
... poem : - We have been dwellers in a lovely land , A land of lavish lights and floating shades , And broad green flats , bordered by woody capes That lessen ever as they stretch away Into the distant blue ; a land of hills , Cloud ...
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... poems breathe the same chaste beauty and elegancy of diction . There is one which we admire much : a storm is raging ... poem entitled A Doubt , one of which we give : - I know not how the right may be : - But I have shed strange tears ...
... poems breathe the same chaste beauty and elegancy of diction . There is one which we admire much : a storm is raging ... poem entitled A Doubt , one of which we give : - I know not how the right may be : - But I have shed strange tears ...
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... poems scent with all the freshness and beauty of an April day ; his verse is as clear and deep as the melody which breaks in the air when spring awakes ; his productions have invested the outward creation with a more exquisite grace ...
... poems scent with all the freshness and beauty of an April day ; his verse is as clear and deep as the melody which breaks in the air when spring awakes ; his productions have invested the outward creation with a more exquisite grace ...
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... poem on this subject is perhaps the most gorgeous and brilliant in the English language ; nothing can equal its oriental splen- dour and voluptuousness . The verse is laden with the richest perfumes , and the loveliest flowers , and the ...
... poem on this subject is perhaps the most gorgeous and brilliant in the English language ; nothing can equal its oriental splen- dour and voluptuousness . The verse is laden with the richest perfumes , and the loveliest flowers , and the ...
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Стр. 42 - Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently ! Around thee and above Deep is the air, and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass : methinks thou piercest it As with a wedge ! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity ! 0 dread and silent Mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone.
Стр. 42 - Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? — GOD! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD!
Стр. 42 - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam ? And who commanded (and the silence came) Here let the billows stiffen and have rest...
Стр. 44 - Tis pleasant, through the loopholes of retreat, To peep at such a world ; to see the stir Of the great Babel, and not feel the crowd ; To hear the roar she sends through all her gates At a safe distance, where the dying sound Falls a soft murmur on the uninjured ear.
Стр. 45 - My panting side was charged when I withdrew To seek a tranquil death in distant shades.^ There was I found by one who had himself Been hurt by the archers. In his side he bore And in his hands and feet the cruel scars. With gentle force soliciting the darts He drew them forth, and healed and bade me live.
Стр. 43 - She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face. I told her of the Knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that for ten long years he wooed The Lady of the Land. I told her how he pined : and ah ! The deep, the low, the pleading tone With which I sang another's love, Interpreted my own.
Стр. 63 - Lo, such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God.
Стр. 44 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Стр. 42 - Thou, the meanwhile, wast blending with my thought, Yea, with my life and life's own secret joy : Till the dilating Soul, enrapt, transfused, Into the mighty vision passing - there As in her natural form, swelled vast to Heaven ! Awake, my soul ! not only passive praise Thou owest ! not alone these swelling tears, Mute thanks and secret ecstasy ! Awake, Voice of sweet song ! Awake, my Heart, awake ! Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my Hymn.
Стр. 64 - From Greenland's icy mountains, From India's coral strand ; Where Afric's sunny fountains .Roll down their golden sand ; From many an ancient river, From many a palmy plain, They call us to deliver Their land from error's chain.