The Poetry of LifeLangley, 1845 - 184 páginas |
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... looks which only a mother's heart can inspire ; -these are all poetical . It is not true that the poet paints a life which does not exist ; he only extracts and concen- trates , as it were , life's ethereal essence ; arrests and ...
... looks which only a mother's heart can inspire ; -these are all poetical . It is not true that the poet paints a life which does not exist ; he only extracts and concen- trates , as it were , life's ethereal essence ; arrests and ...
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... look again , the low - roofed cottage does not appear the same as when we first beheld it . The associations are ... looks like a pathway to a better world , suddenly broken by the intervention of some object that proves to be a boat ...
... look again , the low - roofed cottage does not appear the same as when we first beheld it . The associations are ... looks like a pathway to a better world , suddenly broken by the intervention of some object that proves to be a boat ...
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... look again ; or cups that seem formed to catch the dew drops ; or spiral pyramids or of varied hue shooting up from leafy beds , and pointing faithfully to the shining sky ; crowns of golden splendour mounted upon fragile stems ; or ...
... look again ; or cups that seem formed to catch the dew drops ; or spiral pyramids or of varied hue shooting up from leafy beds , and pointing faithfully to the shining sky ; crowns of golden splendour mounted upon fragile stems ; or ...
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... looks so lovely in the distance , that we almost per- suade ourselves it was better to weep such tears as we wept then , than to smile as we smile now : be able to expatiate in the realms of nature with the raost perfect fruition of ...
... looks so lovely in the distance , that we almost per- suade ourselves it was better to weep such tears as we wept then , than to smile as we smile now : be able to expatiate in the realms of nature with the raost perfect fruition of ...
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... looks down from hills of everlasting snow ; until wearied with the voiceless solitude , he seeks the abodes of man , and ... look around for those which are most wor- thy of general notice , when suddenly our attention is struck with one ...
... looks down from hills of everlasting snow ; until wearied with the voiceless solitude , he seeks the abodes of man , and ... look around for those which are most wor- thy of general notice , when suddenly our attention is struck with one ...
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admiration affections amongst animal asso associations Balaam beauty behold beneath birds blessed bosom capable character charm cherub colour dark deep delight earth enjoyment eternal evil exis faculty familiar familiar spirits flowers genius glory grief hand happiness harmony hath heart heaven hope human ideas imagination impressions influence innu intel intellectual Jephthah labour language less light listen living look Lord Lord Byron majesty mankind marble beauties melancholy melody ment mind moon moral mountain mysterious nature ness never night object pain painting passions pathos peculiar perceptions Philistines picture pleasure poet poetic feeling poetry principle PROSPERO racter refined rience Saul scene shadow silent Sisera smile soul sound speak spirit sublime suffering sweet tain taste tence tenderness thee things thou thought tion trees truth tural ture uncon unto voice wandering weary wild wind wings woman words
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Página 83 - The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Página 158 - gainst my fury • Do I take part : the rarer action is In virtue than in vengeance : they being penitent, The sole drift of my purpose doth extend Not a frown further : Go, release them, Ariel ; My charms I'll break, their senses I'll restore, • And they shall be themselves.
Página 182 - But yesterday, the word of Caesar might Have stood against the world : now lies he there, And none so poor to do him reverence.
Página 159 - And twixt the green sea and the azur'd vault Set roaring war; to the dread rattling thunder Have I given fire, and rifted Jove's stout oak With his own bolt; the strong-bas'd promontory Have I made shake, and by the spurs pluck'd up The pine and cedar; graves at my command Have wak'd their sleepers, op'd, and let 'em forth By my so potent art.
Página 166 - I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amorist or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite, nor to be obtained by the invocation of Dame Memory and her siren daughters...
Página 135 - When the most High divided to the nations their inheritance, when he separated the sons of Adam, he set the bounds of the people according to the number of the children of Israel.
Página 129 - And it came to pass, when he saw her, that he rent his clothes, and said, Alas, my daughter! thou hast brought me very low, and thou art one of them that trouble me: for I have opened my mouth unto the LORD, and I cannot go back.
Página 134 - And Rizpah the daughter of Aiah took sackcloth, and spread it for her upon the rock, from the beginning of harvest until water dropped upon them out of heaven, and suffered neither the birds of the air to rest on them by day, nor the beasts of the field by night.
Página 85 - There's a bower of roses by Bendemeer's stream, And the nightingale sings round it all the day long ; In the time of my childhood 'twas like a sweet dream, To sit in the roses and hear the bird's song.
Página 158 - These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits and Are melted into air, into thin air: And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capp'd towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve And, like this unsubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind.