Essays in Biography and Criticism, Том 1Gould and Lincoln, 1860 |
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... flower and foam , in which you wandered with the border minstrel . You passed beyond the troubled atmosphere where the cloudy grandeurs of the Byronic poetry were unfolded . You stood on the mountain's brow . There at last was the still ...
... flower and foam , in which you wandered with the border minstrel . You passed beyond the troubled atmosphere where the cloudy grandeurs of the Byronic poetry were unfolded . You stood on the mountain's brow . There at last was the still ...
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... flowers of earth . With the love of a poet , and the reverence of a high priest , he looked upon the clouds until they smiled down on him unutter- able love , and upon the little flowers until they woke in him thoughts too deep for ...
... flowers of earth . With the love of a poet , and the reverence of a high priest , he looked upon the clouds until they smiled down on him unutter- able love , and upon the little flowers until they woke in him thoughts too deep for ...
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... flowers , will ever behold , in much of Shelley's poetry , not more than the wavering and unhealthful scenery of dreams , or than " the pageantry of mist on an autumnal stream . ” Marvellous as is the wreathing of that mist , gorgeous ...
... flowers , will ever behold , in much of Shelley's poetry , not more than the wavering and unhealthful scenery of dreams , or than " the pageantry of mist on an autumnal stream . ” Marvellous as is the wreathing of that mist , gorgeous ...
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... flower are blended in the unity of life and nature , and compel you to feel the magic and freshness of their beauty , you cannot affect its essential newness by naming its scientific elements , or by telling how the soil was dressed in ...
... flower are blended in the unity of life and nature , and compel you to feel the magic and freshness of their beauty , you cannot affect its essential newness by naming its scientific elements , or by telling how the soil was dressed in ...
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... flowers that glassed themselves in its mirror . It runs with wizard hand over a thousand cords of association , sympathy , affection , touching the string but trusting to nature for the vibra- tion . Not so with imagination in her other ...
... flowers that glassed themselves in its mirror . It runs with wizard hand over a thousand cords of association , sympathy , affection , touching the string but trusting to nature for the vibra- tion . Not so with imagination in her other ...
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Стр. 75 - Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper? The glory of his nostrils is terrible. He paweth in the valley and rejoiceth in his strength: He goeth on to meet the armed men. He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted; Neither turneth he back from the sword. The quiver rattleth against him, the glittering spear and the shield.
Стр. 84 - IN THE greenest of our valleys, By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace — Radiant palace — reared its head. In the monarch Thought's dominion — It stood there! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair.
Стр. 122 - Her eyes are homes of silent prayer, Nor other thought her mind admits But, he was dead, and there he sits, And he that brought him back is there. Then one deep love doth supersede All other, when her ardent gaze Roves from the living brother's face, And rests upon the Life indeed. All subtle thought, all curious fears, Borne down by gladness so complete, She bows, she bathes the Saviour's feet With costly spikenard and with tears.
Стр. 126 - Within himself, from more to more; Or, crown'd with attributes of woe Like glories, move his course, and show That life is not as idle ore, But iron dug from central gloom, And heated hot with burning fears, And dipt in baths of hissing tears, And batter'd with the shocks of doom To shape and use. Arise and fly The reeling Faun, the sensual feast; Move upward, working out the beast, And let the ape and tiger die.
Стр. 67 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Стр. 143 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Стр. 123 - Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Стр. 124 - And he, shall he, Man, her last work, who seem'd so fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who roll'd the psalm to wintry skies, Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer, Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law Tho...
Стр. 112 - Eye, to which all order festers, all things here are out of joint, Science moves, but slowly slowly, creeping on from point to point : Slowly comes a hungry people, as a lion, creeping nigher, Glares at one that nods and winks behind a slowly-dying fire. Yet I doubt not thro' the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widen'd with the process of the suns.
Стр. 78 - ST. AGNES' EVE— Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while...