The Poets and the Poetry of the Nineteenth Century, Volume 1G. Routledge, 1905 - English poetry |
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... deep securely hung , And calmly rode the restless waves among . Nor pleased it less around me to behold , Far up the beach , the yeasty sea - foam roll'd ; Or from the shore upborne , to see on high , Its frothy flakes in wild confusion ...
... deep securely hung , And calmly rode the restless waves among . Nor pleased it less around me to behold , Far up the beach , the yeasty sea - foam roll'd ; Or from the shore upborne , to see on high , Its frothy flakes in wild confusion ...
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... deep feeling and high moral purpose . Crabbe's faults were the result of un- cultured taste ( in which he is a contrast to Pope ) , and a want of care in composition , of which Pope was never guilty . Crabbe's work abounds in " tricky ...
... deep feeling and high moral purpose . Crabbe's faults were the result of un- cultured taste ( in which he is a contrast to Pope ) , and a want of care in composition , of which Pope was never guilty . Crabbe's work abounds in " tricky ...
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... deep and small , And strongly curl'd his raven - hair . Yes , AARON had each manly charm , All in the May of youthful pride , He scarcely fear'd his father's arm , And every other arm defied.- Oft , when they grew in anger warm , ( Whom ...
... deep and small , And strongly curl'd his raven - hair . Yes , AARON had each manly charm , All in the May of youthful pride , He scarcely fear'd his father's arm , And every other arm defied.- Oft , when they grew in anger warm , ( Whom ...
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... deep , And one by one they took their way ; He bade me lay me down and sleep , I only wept and wish'd for day . Accursed be the love he bore , Accursed was the force he used , So let him of his God implore For mercy , and be so refused ...
... deep , And one by one they took their way ; He bade me lay me down and sleep , I only wept and wish'd for day . Accursed be the love he bore , Accursed was the force he used , So let him of his God implore For mercy , and be so refused ...
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... deep'ning stain ; Eternal justice I forgot , And mercy sought not to obtain . Come near , I'll softly speak the rest ! — Alas ! ' tis known to all the crowd , Her guilty love was all confess'd ; And his , who so much truth avow'd , My ...
... deep'ning stain ; Eternal justice I forgot , And mercy sought not to obtain . Come near , I'll softly speak the rest ! — Alas ! ' tis known to all the crowd , Her guilty love was all confess'd ; And his , who so much truth avow'd , My ...
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Aldeburgh Appin beauty behold beneath bonny Bonny Dundee bosom breast breath breeze bright Brignall child Christabel cloud Coleridge Crabbe dark dear deep delight doth dread dream earth fair father fear feel fled flowers frae gentle GEORGE CRABBE green grief hand happy hath hear heard heart Heaven hill hope JAMES HOGG Kilmeny lady land lassie light live look look'd Lord Lord Darcie loud Lyrical Ballads maid Marmion mind moon morning mountain nature never night o'er pain pass'd poems poet poet's poetry pride Robert Bloomfield round SAMUEL ROGERS SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE scene seem'd sigh sight silent sing sleep smile song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stood sweet tears thee thine things thou thought trembling Twas verse voice waves weary weep wild WILLIAM BLAKE WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind Wordsworth youth
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Page 227 - Hath not old custom made this life more sweet Than that of painted pomp ? Are not these woods More free from peril than the envious court? Here feel we but the penalty of Adam, The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Page 288 - Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake, To perish never; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy! Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought...
Page 302 - Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, 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...
Page 102 - Piping down the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me : — ' Pipe a song about a lamb : ' So I piped with merry cheer. ' Piper, pipe that song again : ' So I piped ; he wept to hear.
Page 544 - The sails at noon left off their tune, And the ship stood still also. The Sun, right up above the mast, Had fixed her to the ocean: But in a minute she 'gan stir, With a short uneasy motion— Backwards and forwards half her length With a short uneasy motion. Then like a pawing horse let go, She made a sudden bound: It flung the blood into my head, And I fell down in a swound.
Page 286 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years...
Page 467 - Thy habitation from eternity ! 0 dread and silent Mount ! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought.
Page 230 - One morning thus, by Esthwaite lake, When life was sweet, I knew not why, To me my good friend Matthew spake, And thus I made reply: 'The eye — it cannot choose but see; We cannot bid the ear be still; Our bodies feel, where'er they be, Against or with our will. 'Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness.
Page 291 - Stern Lawgiver ! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace ; Nor know we anything so fair As is the smile upon thy face : Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads ; Thou dost preserve the Stars from wrong ; And the most ancient Heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.
Page 490 - My genial spirits fail; And what can these avail To lift the smothering weight from off my breast? It were a vain endeavour, Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life whose fountains are within.