The Poets and the Poetry of the Nineteenth Century, Том 1G. Routledge, 1905 |
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... of pity , would enjoy The earnest sorrows of the feeling boy . I sought the men return'd from regions cold , The frozen straits , where icy mountains roll'd ; 1 1 ... Some I could win to tell me serious tales 2 GEORGE CRABBE .
... of pity , would enjoy The earnest sorrows of the feeling boy . I sought the men return'd from regions cold , The frozen straits , where icy mountains roll'd ; 1 1 ... Some I could win to tell me serious tales 2 GEORGE CRABBE .
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... shore upborne , to see on high , Its frothy flakes in wild confusion fly : While the salt spray that clashing billows form , Gave to the taste a feeling of the storm . Thus , with my favourite views , for many an GEORGE CRABBE . 3.
... shore upborne , to see on high , Its frothy flakes in wild confusion fly : While the salt spray that clashing billows form , Gave to the taste a feeling of the storm . Thus , with my favourite views , for many an GEORGE CRABBE . 3.
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... feel . On Mincio's banks , in Cæsar's bounteous reign , If TITYRUS found the golden age again , Must sleepy bards the flattering dream prolong , Mechanic echo's of the Mantuan song ? From truth and nature shall we widely stray , Where ...
... feel . On Mincio's banks , in Cæsar's bounteous reign , If TITYRUS found the golden age again , Must sleepy bards the flattering dream prolong , Mechanic echo's of the Mantuan song ? From truth and nature shall we widely stray , Where ...
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... feeling . " The Hall of Justice , " and " Sir Eustace Gray , " are among the finest productions of Crabbe's genius . Towards the end of 1809 , Crabbe visited Aldeburgh , where he finished " The Borough , " a poem in twenty- four letters ...
... feeling . " The Hall of Justice , " and " Sir Eustace Gray , " are among the finest productions of Crabbe's genius . Towards the end of 1809 , Crabbe visited Aldeburgh , where he finished " The Borough , " a poem in twenty- four letters ...
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... feeling and high moral purpose . Crabbe's faults were the result of un- cultured taste ( in which he is a contrast to Pope ) , and a want of care in composition , of which Pope was never guilty . Crabbe's work abounds in " tricky terms ...
... feeling and high moral purpose . Crabbe's faults were the result of un- cultured taste ( in which he is a contrast to Pope ) , and a want of care in composition , of which Pope was never guilty . Crabbe's work abounds in " tricky terms ...
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Aldeburgh Appin beauty behold beneath bonny Bonny Dundee bosom breast breath breeze bright Brignall child Christabel cloud Coleridge Crabbe dark dear deep delight doth dread dream earth fair father fear feel fled flowers frae gentle GEORGE CRABBE green grief hand happy hath hear heard heart Heaven hill hope JAMES HOGG Kilmeny lady land lassie light live look look'd Lord Lord Darcie loud Lyrical Ballads maid Marmion mind moon morning mountain nature never night o'er pain pass'd poems poet poet's poetry pride Robert Bloomfield round SAMUEL ROGERS SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE scene seem'd sigh sight silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood sweet tears thee thine things thou thought trembling Twas verse voice waves weary weep wild WILLIAM BLAKE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind Wordsworth youth
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Стр. 227 - Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Стр. 288 - Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake, To perish never; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought...
Стр. 302 - Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight 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...
Стр. 102 - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me : — ' Pipe a song about a lamb : ' So I piped with merry cheer. ' Piper, pipe that song again : ' So I piped ; he wept to hear.
Стр. 544 - The sails at noon left off their tune, And the ship stood still also. The Sun, right up above the mast, Had fixed her to the ocean: But in a minute she 'gan stir, With a short uneasy motion— Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion. Then like a pawing horse let go, She made a sudden bound: It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a swound.
Стр. 286 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years...
Стр. 467 - 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.
Стр. 230 - One morning thus, by Esthwaite lake, When life was sweet, I knew not why, To me my good friend Matthew spake, And thus I made reply: 'The eye — it cannot choose but see; We cannot bid the ear be still; Our bodies feel, where'er they be, Against or with our will. 'Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness.
Стр. 291 - Stern Lawgiver ! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace ; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face : Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads ; Thou dost preserve the Stars from wrong ; And the most ancient Heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.
Стр. 490 - My genial spirits fail; And what can these avail To lift the smothering weight from off my breast? It were a vain endeavour, Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life whose fountains are within.