Chambers's Cyclopædia of English Literature, Volume 3J.B. Lippincott Company, 1904 - English literature |
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... round . That Dryden should fail as Pope failed in catching the note of primi- tive wonder which characterises Homer was to be expected . But it might at least have been sup- posed that he would succeed better with Virgil ; for Virgil ...
... round . That Dryden should fail as Pope failed in catching the note of primi- tive wonder which characterises Homer was to be expected . But it might at least have been sup- posed that he would succeed better with Virgil ; for Virgil ...
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... round a grave compared with the muse's flame ' and ' the ecstasy ' of the ' living lyre ' and such elegant things ? And again , who had a finer imagination than Collins ? Who possessed more fully than he the imaginative power of seeing ...
... round a grave compared with the muse's flame ' and ' the ecstasy ' of the ' living lyre ' and such elegant things ? And again , who had a finer imagination than Collins ? Who possessed more fully than he the imaginative power of seeing ...
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... round ocean and the living air , And the blue sky , and in the mind of man : A motion and a spirit , that impels All thinking things , all objects of all thought , And rolls through all things . Therefore am I still A lover of the ...
... round ocean and the living air , And the blue sky , and in the mind of man : A motion and a spirit , that impels All thinking things , all objects of all thought , And rolls through all things . Therefore am I still A lover of the ...
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... round me spread Of spring's unclouded weather , In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard - seat ! And birds and flowers once more to greet , My last year's friends together . One have I marked , the happiest guest In ...
... round me spread Of spring's unclouded weather , In this sequestered nook how sweet To sit upon my orchard - seat ! And birds and flowers once more to greet , My last year's friends together . One have I marked , the happiest guest In ...
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... round thee spread , A softness still and holy ; The grace of forest charms decayed , And pastoral melancholy . That region left , the vale unfolds Rich groves of lofty stature , With Yarrow winding through the pomp Of cultivated nature ...
... round thee spread , A softness still and holy ; The grace of forest charms decayed , And pastoral melancholy . That region left , the vale unfolds Rich groves of lofty stature , With Yarrow winding through the pomp Of cultivated nature ...
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Page 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.
Page 427 - 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 104 - 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 105 - 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 18 - 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 105 - 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 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.
Page 35 - 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 106 - 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 28 - 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.