The Living Authors of EnglandD. Appleton & Company, 1849 - 316 páginas |
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... brought almost together ; a girdle has been thrown round the earth ! The old and the new worlds have been brought face to face , and gather strange knowledge from each other's eyes ; and so will it be to the end of time . If human ...
... brought almost together ; a girdle has been thrown round the earth ! The old and the new worlds have been brought face to face , and gather strange knowledge from each other's eyes ; and so will it be to the end of time . If human ...
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... brought , Moulded thy lady thought . Far off from human neighborhood Thou wert born on a summer morn , A mile beneath the cedar wood . Thy bounteous forehead was not fanned With breezes from our oaken glades , But thou wert nurst in ...
... brought , Moulded thy lady thought . Far off from human neighborhood Thou wert born on a summer morn , A mile beneath the cedar wood . Thy bounteous forehead was not fanned With breezes from our oaken glades , But thou wert nurst in ...
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... brought To anchor by one gloomy thought . And wherefore rather I made choice To commune with that barren voice , Than him that said ' rejoice - rejoice . " " Thus closes one of the most magnificent emanations of poetical thought of ...
... brought To anchor by one gloomy thought . And wherefore rather I made choice To commune with that barren voice , Than him that said ' rejoice - rejoice . " " Thus closes one of the most magnificent emanations of poetical thought of ...
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... brought him home : The wind is roaring in turret and tree- And after supper , on a bed , Upon my lap he laid his head- O the Earl was fair to see . I kissed his eyelids into rest- His ruddy cheek upon my breast : The wind is raging in ...
... brought him home : The wind is roaring in turret and tree- And after supper , on a bed , Upon my lap he laid his head- O the Earl was fair to see . I kissed his eyelids into rest- His ruddy cheek upon my breast : The wind is raging in ...
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... brought up in high contempt of the present lords of the creation . The royal champion of the rights of woman has been betrothed to a neighboring prince , and the poet , assuming the char- acter of this prince , narrates the tale . The ...
... brought up in high contempt of the present lords of the creation . The royal champion of the rights of woman has been betrothed to a neighboring prince , and the poet , assuming the char- acter of this prince , narrates the tale . The ...
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Página 132 - TIRED Nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep ! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where Fortune smiles ; the wretched he forsakes ; Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.
Página 82 - DAY ! Faster and more fast, O'er night's brim, day boils at last; Boils, pure gold, o'er the cloud-cup's brim Where spurting and suppressed it lay ; For not a froth-flake touched the rim Of yonder gap in the solid gray Of the eastern cloud, an hour away ; But forth one wavelet, then another, curled, Till the whole sunrise, not to be suppressed, Rose, reddened, and its seething breast Flickered...
Página 76 - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy; You hardly could suspect — *> (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well...
Página 53 - THERE is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro...
Página 53 - All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past. Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To war with evil ? Is there any peace...
Página 235 - There's a Divinity that shapes our ends, Rough hew them as we may.
Página 239 - Eternity, and some gleam of the latter peering through. 'Highest of all Symbols are those wherein the Artist or Poet has risen into Prophet, and all men can recognise a present God, and worship the same: I mean religious Symbols.
Página 92 - Howe'er it be, it seems to me, Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
Página 75 - You know, we French stormed Ratisbon : A mile or so away On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our storming-day ; With neck out-thrust, you fancy how, Legs wide, arms locked behind, As if to balance the prone brow Oppressive with its mind. Just as perhaps he mused, " My plans That soar, to earth may fall, Let once my army-leader Lannes Waver at yonder wall...
Página 45 - Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death. " 'Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant ; More life, and fuller, that I want.