The Fleshly School of Poetry and Other Phenomena of the Day, Volume 2Strahan & Company, 1872 - 97 páginas |
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The Fleshly School of Poetry, & Other Phenomena of the Day Robert Williams Buchanan Visualização completa - 1872 |
The Fleshly School of Poetry and Other Phenomena of the Day, Volume 2 Robert Williams Buchanan Visualização completa - 1872 |
The Fleshly School of Poetry and Other Phenomena of the Day, Volume 2 Robert Williams Buchanan Visualização completa - 1872 |
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absurd accused admire æsthetic affected animal artistic Ballads beautiful blasphemy Blessed Damozel body Bosom Bower breast called Charles Baudelaire Chaucer colour contemporary Cowley criticism Cruscan d'une Dante DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI delights Della Cruscan described diablerie disease Divine Comedy Donne English society euphuistic eyes FANNY HILL Flesh Fleshly School Fleurs genius gentlemen Goethe hand heart human imitative indecent Jenny John Donne kiss lady Lilith lips literary literature Love-Lily Love's lover lust manner merits metaphor modern moral morbid mouth munching nasty nature never night Nuptial Sleep passage passion poet poetic poetry prose quote reader Review rhyme ROBERT BUCHANAN rose Rossetti sensations sense sensual Shakspere Shakspere's simple song Sonnet sort soul speech spirit style sweat sweet Swinburne Swinburne's Tennyson thing thought Troy Town true verse Walt Whitman whole poem wonder words worth writing
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Página 41 - will seek the groves Where the lady Mary is, With her five handmaidens, whose names Are five sweet symphonies, Cecily, Gertrude, Magdalen, Margaret and Rosalys.
Página 80 - In painting her I shrined her face 'Mid mystic trees, where light falls in Hardly at all; a covert place Where you might think to find a din Of doubtful talk, and a live flame Wandering, and many a shape whose name Not itself knoweth, and old dew, And your own footsteps meeting you, And all things going as they came.
Página 41 - And still she bowed herself and stooped Out of the circling charm; Until her bosom must have made The bar she leaned on warm, And the lilies lay as if asleep Along her bended arm.
Página 40 - THE blessed damozel leaned out From the gold bar of Heaven ; Her eyes were deeper than the depth Of waters stilled at even ; She had three lilies in her hand, And the stars in her hair were seven.
Página i - Belial came last, than whom a spirit more lewd Fell not from heaven, or more gross to love Vice for itself...
Página 93 - Like a rose shut in a book In which pure women may not look, For its base pages claim control To crush the flower within the soul; Where through each dead rose-leaf that clings, Pale as transparent psyche-wings, To the vile text, are traced such things As might make lady's cheek indeed...
Página 71 - All that regards design, form, .fable (which is the soul of poetry), all that concerns exactness or consent of parts (which is the body), will probably be wanting; only pretty conceptions, fine metaphors, glittering expressions, and something of a neat cast of verse (which are properly the dress, gems, or loose ornaments of poetry), may be found in these verses.
Página 48 - And whom my life grows faint to hear. Within the voice, within the heart, Within the mind of Love-Lily, A spirit is born who lifts apart His tremulous wings and looks at me ; Who on my mouth his finger lays, And shows, while whispering lutes confer, That Eden of Love's watered ways Whose winds and spirits worship her. Brows, hands, and lips, heart, mind, and voice, . Kisses and words of Love-Lily, — Oh ! bid me with your joy rejoice Till riotous longing rest in me ! Ah ! let not hope be still distraught,...
Página 48 - LOVE-LILY. Between the hands, between the brows, Between the lips of Love-Lily, A spirit is born whose birth endows My blood with fire to burn through me ; Who breathes upon my gazing eyes, Who laughs and murmurs in mine ear, At whose least touch my colour flies, And whom my life grows faint to hear.
Página 72 - Ah that my lips were tuneless lips, but pressed To the bruised blossom of thy scourged white breast! Ah that my mouth for Muses' milk were fed On the sweet blood thy sweet small wounds had bled! That with my tongue I felt them, and could taste The faint flakes from thy bosom to the waist! That I could drink thy veins as wine, and eat Thy breasts like honey! that from face to feet Thy body were abolished and consumed, And in my flesh thy very flesh entombed!