Introductions to the PoetsG. Routledge & sons, 1912 - 313 páginas |
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... containing only one episode , and the subject some valorous deed or some tragic or touching story . Moreover it should be adapted to be sung or accompanied musically . When expanded , the ballad became a lay , e.g. Scott's Lay of the ...
... containing only one episode , and the subject some valorous deed or some tragic or touching story . Moreover it should be adapted to be sung or accompanied musically . When expanded , the ballad became a lay , e.g. Scott's Lay of the ...
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... length , and each part contains three divisions - a Strophe , an Antistrophe and an Epode . Just as the death of his Aunt Mary caused him to take up again and complete his Elegy , which was begun on the death of West , so the Gray 59.
... length , and each part contains three divisions - a Strophe , an Antistrophe and an Epode . Just as the death of his Aunt Mary caused him to take up again and complete his Elegy , which was begun on the death of West , so the Gray 59.
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... contains some sedi- ment , " says Professor Shairp , " we could wish away , yet as a whole , how vividly , clearly , sunnily it flows ; how far the good preponderates over the evil . " " " That Burns wrote so much in the Scotch verna ...
... contains some sedi- ment , " says Professor Shairp , " we could wish away , yet as a whole , how vividly , clearly , sunnily it flows ; how far the good preponderates over the evil . " " " That Burns wrote so much in the Scotch verna ...
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... contains a very fine poem called Religious Musings , of which Charles Lamb , who contributed two sonnets to the volume , writes— " I am reading your Religious Musings this day , and I sincerely think it the noblest poem in the language ...
... contains a very fine poem called Religious Musings , of which Charles Lamb , who contributed two sonnets to the volume , writes— " I am reading your Religious Musings this day , and I sincerely think it the noblest poem in the language ...
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... contains some grand Miltonic lines . Ye Ice - falls ! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain ; Torrents , methinks , that heard a mighty voice , And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge ! Motionless ...
... contains some grand Miltonic lines . Ye Ice - falls ! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain ; Torrents , methinks , that heard a mighty voice , And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge ! Motionless ...
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Página 112 - Ye ice-falls ! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain — Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge ! Motionless torrents ! silent cataracts ! 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 1 — God ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer ! and let the ice-plains...
Página 180 - Heaven lies about us in our infancy. Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing boy; But he beholds the light and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy. The youth who daily farther from the East Must travel, still is Nature's priest, And, by the vision splendid, Is on his way attended. At length the man perceives it die away And fade into the light of common day.
Página 231 - Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go! Be our joys three-parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!
Página 295 - TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Página 183 - Reaper Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain; O listen! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound.
Página 230 - All we have willed, or hoped or dreamed of good shall exist; Not its semblance, but itself; no beauty, nor good, nor power Whose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the melodist When eternity affirms the conception of an hour.
Página 180 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth.
Página 82 - tis He alone , Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord — its various tone, Each spring — its various bias: Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Página 189 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Página 182 - She was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.