English & American Literature, Studies in Literary Criticism, Interpretation & History, Including Complete Masterpieces, in 10 Vol, Volumen5Smith & Reeve, 1903 |
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... sweet singer with the crown of snow Not whiter than the thoughts that housed below . " The Study in Longfellow's Home " where the tender and sympathetic bard wrought the most and the best of his life - work . " 248 • 258 · 276 Elegiacal ...
... sweet singer with the crown of snow Not whiter than the thoughts that housed below . " The Study in Longfellow's Home " where the tender and sympathetic bard wrought the most and the best of his life - work . " 248 • 258 · 276 Elegiacal ...
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... Sweet Mary , thou art dead ! If thou would'st stay , e'en as thou art , All cold , and all serene - I still might press thy silent heart , And where thy smiles have been ! While e'en thy chill , bleak corse I have , Thou seemest still ...
... Sweet Mary , thou art dead ! If thou would'st stay , e'en as thou art , All cold , and all serene - I still might press thy silent heart , And where thy smiles have been ! While e'en thy chill , bleak corse I have , Thou seemest still ...
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... sweet suppliant that weeps in prayer , Making her innocency show more fair , Albeit unwitting of the ornament , ) Into a load too great for it to bear : O stern word - Nevermore ! The tongue , that scarce had learned to claim An ...
... sweet suppliant that weeps in prayer , Making her innocency show more fair , Albeit unwitting of the ornament , ) Into a load too great for it to bear : O stern word - Nevermore ! The tongue , that scarce had learned to claim An ...
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... Sweet thoughts ! they made her eyes as sweet . How quiet are the hands That wove those pleasant bands ! But that they do not rise and sink With his calm breathing , I should think That he were dropped asleep . Alas ! too deep , too deep ...
... Sweet thoughts ! they made her eyes as sweet . How quiet are the hands That wove those pleasant bands ! But that they do not rise and sink With his calm breathing , I should think That he were dropped asleep . Alas ! too deep , too deep ...
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... sweet thoughts the little , sporting hands sent up to the mother's eyes ? What were the bands the small hand wove ? What are they that do not rise and sink with his calm breathing ; what is indicated by this ? What is meant by his ...
... sweet thoughts the little , sporting hands sent up to the mother's eyes ? What were the bands the small hand wove ? What are they that do not rise and sink with his calm breathing ; what is indicated by this ? What is meant by his ...
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Adonais ALFRED TENNYSON allusion Arthur Henry Hallam beautiful Bion blood breast breath calm cold dark dead dear death deep dirge doth dream earth Edenhall elegy epic eternal eyes fair faith fame feel flower genius grave Gray grief Hallam hand hath Hazelgreen heart heaven HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW hope immortality JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL John Milton Keats kiss lament light lines living Longfellow Lord Lord Byron Luck of Edenhall Lycidas lyric Memoriam memory Milton morning mourn mourn for Adonis Muse never Nevermore night o'er peace PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY poem poet poet's poetry rest Ring rose round scorn Shelley shepherds sing sleep smile song sonnet sorrow soul spirit stanza star sweet tears Tennyson thee thine thou art thought thro truth Urania verse wake wandering wild WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind-flower winds words written young
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Página 181 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown gray in vain; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn.
Página 87 - but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries, 'A thousand types are gone: I care for nothing, all shall go. ' Thou makest thine appeal to me : I bring to life, I bring to death : The spirit does but mean the breath : I know no more.
Página 36 - THE EPITAPH Here rests his head upon the lap of. earth, A youth, to fortune and to fame unknown : Fair Science frowned not on his humble birth, And Melancholy marked him for her own.
Página 66 - We have but faith: we cannot know, For knowledge is of things we see; And yet we trust it comes from thee, A beam in darkness: let it grow. > Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster.
Página 31 - The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The plowman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds...
Página 182 - He is made one with Nature: there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own; Which wields the world with never-wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Página 88 - No more ? A monster then, a dream, A discord. Dragons of the prime, That tare each other in their slime, Were mellow music match'd with him. O life as futile, then, as frail! O for thy voice to soothe and bless ! What hope of answer, or redress ? Behind the veil, behind the veil.
Página 67 - I held it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
Página 160 - In which suns perished; others more sublime, Struck by the envious wrath of man or god, Have sunk, extinct in their refulgent prime; And some yet live, treading the thorny road, Which leads, through toil and hate, to Fame's serene abode But now, thy youngest, dearest one, has perished — The nursling of thy widowhood, who grew, Like a pale flower by some sad maiden cherished, And fed with true-love tears, instead of dew; Most musical of mourners, weep anew!
Página 204 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth "s unknown, although his height be taken.