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American artist ballads beauty become better born Bryant called charm claim close collection composed criticism death delight doubt early effect English equal excellence experience expression eyes fact faith feeling force genius gift give given grace Greek hand heart hold Homer human ideal imagination inspiration kind King known language latter learned less lines literature live look master meaning measure method mind nature never night noble observe once original passion perfect period pieces play poems poet poetic poetry present reader respect seems sense song soul sound spirit stage stanzas success sure sweet taste theme things thought tion translation true verse voice volume whole write written wrote young youth
Página 85 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
Página 283 - Stand still, you ever-moving spheres of Heaven, That time may cease, and midnight never come; Fair Nature's eye, rise, rise again and make Perpetual day; or let this hour be but A year, a month, a week, a natural day, That Faustus may repent and save his soul!
Página 5 - And therefore it was ever thought to have some participation of divineness, because it doth raise and erect the mind, by submitting the shows of things to the desires of the mind; whereas reason doth buckle and bow the mind unto the nature of things.
Página 284 - That runaways' eyes may wink, and Romeo Leap to these arms, untalk'd of and unseen. \ Lovers can see to do their amorous rites By their own beauties ; or, if love be blind, It best agrees with night.
Página 26 - Good God, what a genius I had when I wrote that book!
Página 73 - If I had thought thou couldst have died, I might not weep for thee; But I forgot, when by thy side That thou couldst mortal be: It never through my mind had past The time would e'er be o'er, And I on thee should look my last, And thou shouldst smile no more!
Página 208 - Then wakes the power which in the age of iron Burst forth to curb the great, and raise the low. Mark, where she stands, around her form I draw The awful circle of our solemn Church! Set but a foot within that holy ground, And on thy head — yea, though it wore a crown — I launch the curse of Rome!
Página 33 - ... parsons, who happen to fall in their way, and offend their eyes; but at the same time these wise reformers do not consider what an advantage and felicity it is for great wits to be always provided with objects of scorn and contempt, in order to exercise and improve their talents, and divert their spleen from falling on each other, or on themselves; especially when all this may be done without the least imaginable danger to their persons.
Página 73 - The time would e'er be o'er, And I on thee should look my last, And thou shouldst smile no more ! And still upon that face I look, And think 'twill smile again; And still the thought I will not brook, That I must look in vain. But when I speak — thou dost not say What thou ne'er left'st...