Chambers's Cyclopædia of English Literature, Volume 3J.B. Lippincott Company, 1904 - English literature |
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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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... 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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... night , and ' - putting his hand in his pocket . ' No , no , my friend ; I never take fees on Satur- day night , or without a memorial - away with you , Dandie . ' And Dandie made his reverence , and departed accordingly . ( From Guy ...
... night , and ' - putting his hand in his pocket . ' No , no , my friend ; I never take fees on Satur- day night , or without a memorial - away with you , Dandie . ' And Dandie made his reverence , and departed accordingly . ( From Guy ...
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Page 424 - 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.
Page 423 - Myself when young did eagerly frequent Doctor and Saint, and heard great argument About it and about : but evermore Came out by the same door where in I went...
Page 100 - NIGHTINGALE. 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...
Page 101 - 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 ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Page 14 - Is lightened: — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Page 101 - As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?
Page 112 - 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.
Page 31 - Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand ! If such there breathe, go, mark him well...
Page 102 - BRIGHT star ! would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night. And watching, with eternal lids apart. Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...
Page 24 - God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.