The World's Best Poetry ...John Vance Cheney, Sir Charles G. D. Roberts, Francis Hovey Stoddard, John Raymond Howard J. D. Morris, 1904 |
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... pleasure or profit in poetry . Is it a duty to read poetry ? Should those who seem to have no natural taste for it endeavor to cultivate a taste ; or should they rest content with the conclusion that certain minds appreciate , and ...
... pleasure or profit in poetry . Is it a duty to read poetry ? Should those who seem to have no natural taste for it endeavor to cultivate a taste ; or should they rest content with the conclusion that certain minds appreciate , and ...
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... pleasure , he is quite sure to find no stumbling - block in " Ulalume " or " The Lady of the Lake . " It is the poetic spirit that we should recognize and take to our hearts , whatever may be the outward form in which it may be en ...
... pleasure , he is quite sure to find no stumbling - block in " Ulalume " or " The Lady of the Lake . " It is the poetic spirit that we should recognize and take to our hearts , whatever may be the outward form in which it may be en ...
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... Pleasure never is at home : At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth , Like to bubbles when rain pelteth ; Then let winged Fancy wander Through the thought still spread beyond her : Open wide the mind's cage - door , She'll dart forth , and ...
... Pleasure never is at home : At a touch sweet Pleasure melteth , Like to bubbles when rain pelteth ; Then let winged Fancy wander Through the thought still spread beyond her : Open wide the mind's cage - door , She'll dart forth , and ...
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... pleasures up Like three fit wines in a cup , And thou shalt quaff it ; -thou shalt hear Distant harvest - carols clear ; Rustle of the reaped corn ; Sweet birds antheming the morn ; And in the same moment - hark ! " T is the early April ...
... pleasures up Like three fit wines in a cup , And thou shalt quaff it ; -thou shalt hear Distant harvest - carols clear ; Rustle of the reaped corn ; Sweet birds antheming the morn ; And in the same moment - hark ! " T is the early April ...
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... Pleasure melteth Like to bubbles when rain pelteth . Let then wingèd Fancy find Thee a mistress to thy mind : Dulcet - eyed as Ceres ' daughter , Ere the god of torment taught her How to frown and how to chide ; With a waist and with a ...
... Pleasure melteth Like to bubbles when rain pelteth . Let then wingèd Fancy find Thee a mistress to thy mind : Dulcet - eyed as Ceres ' daughter , Ere the god of torment taught her How to frown and how to chide ; With a waist and with a ...
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Стр. 119 - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold; And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald...
Стр. 317 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
Стр. 396 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly,
Стр. 124 - See! see! (I cried) she tacks no more! Hither to work us weal; Without a breeze, without a tide, She steadies with upright keel!
Стр. 129 - 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.
Стр. 121 - The Sun now rose upon the right : Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners...
Стр. 389 - In offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port: the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have...
Стр. 122 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Стр. 130 - Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew.
Стр. 221 - There, on beds of violets blue And fresh-blown roses washed in dew, Filled her with thee, a daughter fair, So buxom, blithe, and debonair. Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee...