The World's Best Poetry ...John Vance Cheney, Sir Charles G. D. Roberts, Francis Hovey Stoddard, John Raymond Howard J. D. Morris, 1904 - English poetry |
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... shapes are clad with brightness . " Matter is ruled by mind , and the best power of mind is sentiment . The Kingdom of God , said the founder of the Christian religion , is within you . It is the mission of poetry , by means of noble ...
... shapes are clad with brightness . " Matter is ruled by mind , and the best power of mind is sentiment . The Kingdom of God , said the founder of the Christian religion , is within you . It is the mission of poetry , by means of noble ...
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... a poor and cruel thing without beauty of do- ing and of being ; nor can beauty really be , without the heart that makes - the sentiment that shapes and consecrates . And the poet or the painter in our xiv PLACE OF POETRY IN LIFE .
... a poor and cruel thing without beauty of do- ing and of being ; nor can beauty really be , without the heart that makes - the sentiment that shapes and consecrates . And the poet or the painter in our xiv PLACE OF POETRY IN LIFE .
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... shapes are mingled ; the new forms , at first shadowy and filmy , gain upon the old , and now both blend ; and now the old scene fades into the background ; still , who shall say whether the new scene be finally set up ? " The poet ...
... shapes are mingled ; the new forms , at first shadowy and filmy , gain upon the old , and now both blend ; and now the old scene fades into the background ; still , who shall say whether the new scene be finally set up ? " The poet ...
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... shapes of things ; Create of airy forms a stream , It must have blood , and naught of phlegm ; And though it be a waking dream , Yet let it like an odor rise To all the senses here , And fall like sleep upon their eyes , Or music in ...
... shapes of things ; Create of airy forms a stream , It must have blood , and naught of phlegm ; And though it be a waking dream , Yet let it like an odor rise To all the senses here , And fall like sleep upon their eyes , Or music in ...
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... imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown , the poet's pen Turns them to shapes , and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name . SHAKESPEARE . II . FAIRIES : ELVES : SPRITES . QUEEN MAB 12 POEMS OF FANCY .
... imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown , the poet's pen Turns them to shapes , and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name . SHAKESPEARE . II . FAIRIES : ELVES : SPRITES . QUEEN MAB 12 POEMS OF FANCY .
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Page 119 - And now the storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled. And now there came both mist and snow, And it grew wondrous cold; And ice, mast-high, came floating by, As green as emerald...
Page 317 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He...
Page 396 - Wilt thou upon the high and giddy mast Seal up the ship-boy's eyes, and rock his brains In cradle of the rude imperious surge ; And in the visitation of the winds, Who take the ruffian billows by the top, Curling their monstrous heads, and hanging them With deafning clamours in the slippery clouds, That, with the hurly,
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Page 129 - My lips were wet, my throat was cold, My garments all were dank ; Sure I had drunken in my dreams, And still my body drank. I moved, and could not feel my limbs: I was so light — almost I thought that I had died in sleep, And was a blessed ghost.
Page 121 - The Sun now rose upon the right : Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners...
Page 389 - In offices of tenderness, and pay Meet adoration to my household gods, When I am gone. He works his work, I mine. There lies the port: the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have...
Page 122 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Page 130 - Swiftly, swiftly flew the ship, Yet she sailed softly too: Sweetly, sweetly blew the breeze — On me alone it blew.
Page 221 - There, on beds of violets blue And fresh-blown roses washed in dew, Filled her with thee, a daughter fair, So buxom, blithe, and debonair. Haste thee, nymph, and bring with thee...