Chambers's Cyclopaedia of English Literature: A History Critical and Biographical of Authors in the English Tongue from the Earliest Times Till the Present Day, with Specimens of Their Writing, Volumen3W. & R. Chambers, 1903 |
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... night - birds all that hour were still . When the spell is passed Nature awakes as from a hideous nightmare , and the night - birds ' are jubilant anew . This is the very highest reach of poetic wonder - finer , if that be possible ...
... night - birds all that hour were still . When the spell is passed Nature awakes as from a hideous nightmare , and the night - birds ' are jubilant anew . This is the very highest reach of poetic wonder - finer , if that be possible ...
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... nights concealed The bowers where Lucy played ; And thine too is the last green field That Lucy's eyes surveyed . I ... night ; The rain came heavily and fell in floods ; But now the sun is rising calm and bright ; The birds are singing ...
... nights concealed The bowers where Lucy played ; And thine too is the last green field That Lucy's eyes surveyed . I ... night ; The rain came heavily and fell in floods ; But now the sun is rising calm and bright ; The birds are singing ...
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... night , That on their Gipsy - faces falls , Their bed of straw and blanket - walls . -Twelve hours , twelve bounteous hours are gone , while I Have been a traveller under open sky , Much witnessing of change and cheer , Yet as I left I ...
... night , That on their Gipsy - faces falls , Their bed of straw and blanket - walls . -Twelve hours , twelve bounteous hours are gone , while I Have been a traveller under open sky , Much witnessing of change and cheer , Yet as I left I ...
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... night or by day , The things which I have seen I now can see no more . 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 ...
... night or by day , The things which I have seen I now can see no more . 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 ...
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... night , Arabia's crimsoned sands Returned the fiery column's glow . There rose the choral hymn of praise , And trump and timbrel answered keen ; And Zion's daughters poured their lays , With priest's and warrior's voice between . No ...
... night , Arabia's crimsoned sands Returned the fiery column's glow . There rose the choral hymn of praise , And trump and timbrel answered keen ; And Zion's daughters poured their lays , With priest's and warrior's voice between . No ...
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Página 428 - The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
Página 25 - There was a time when meadow, grove, and stream, The earth, and every common sight, To me did seem Apparelled in celestial light, The glory and the freshness of a dream. It is not now as it hath been of yore; — Turn wheresoe'er I may, By night or day, The things which I have seen I now can see no more.
Página 105 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild ; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets cover'd up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.
Página 139 - With fingers weary and worn, With eyelids heavy and red, A woman sat in unwomanly rags Plying her needle and thread — Stitch ! stitch ! stitch ! In poverty, hunger and dirt, And still with a voice of dolorous pitch, Would that its tone could reach the rich ! She sang this "Song of the Shirt.
Página 145 - I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.
Página 104 - O for a draught of vintage, that hath been Cool'da long age in the deep-delved earth, Tasting of Flora...
Página 116 - 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.
Página 67 - My shaping spirit of Imagination. For not to think of what I needs must feel, But to be still and patient, all I can; And haply by abstruse research to steal From my own nature all the natural man — This was my sole resource, my only plan : Till that which suits a part infects the whole, And now is almost grown the habit of my soul.
Página 104 - MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, > Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Página 17 - That on a wild secluded scene impress Thoughts of more deep seclusion ; and connect The landscape with the quiet of the sky.