Feminine Influence on the PoetsJohn Lane Company, 1911 - 351 páginas |
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... e'er I wish'd alive again . " He cam ' and lookit again at her ; O gin her skin was white ! " I might hae spared that bonnie face To hae been some man's delight . " Busk and boun , my merry men a ' IO Feminine Influence on the Poets.
... e'er I wish'd alive again . " He cam ' and lookit again at her ; O gin her skin was white ! " I might hae spared that bonnie face To hae been some man's delight . " Busk and boun , my merry men a ' IO Feminine Influence on the Poets.
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... delight— The smell of grain , or tedded grass , or kine ; Or dairy , each rural sight , each rural sound- If chance with nymph - like step fair virgin pass , What pleasing seemed for her now pleases more , She most , and in her look ...
... delight— The smell of grain , or tedded grass , or kine ; Or dairy , each rural sight , each rural sound- If chance with nymph - like step fair virgin pass , What pleasing seemed for her now pleases more , She most , and in her look ...
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... delight we should have in gazing upon and listening to a Messenger of Heaven , appearing in all the unspotted purity of his celestial home , among the coarse , polluted , far inferior sons of men , to deliver to them tidings that make ...
... delight we should have in gazing upon and listening to a Messenger of Heaven , appearing in all the unspotted purity of his celestial home , among the coarse , polluted , far inferior sons of men , to deliver to them tidings that make ...
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... delightful Streams , and all sorts of beasts of chase and game , and in the middest thereof a sumptuous house of pleasure . The poet says that he slept for three hours " during which time he has the most vivid confidence , that he could ...
... delightful Streams , and all sorts of beasts of chase and game , and in the middest thereof a sumptuous house of pleasure . The poet says that he slept for three hours " during which time he has the most vivid confidence , that he could ...
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... delight , to the first kiss of love . All but everything he writes is perfectly substantial and at blood heat . He never makes us lift more than one foot out of this very world of every day . Whatever is said , acted or described ...
... delight , to the first kiss of love . All but everything he writes is perfectly substantial and at blood heat . He never makes us lift more than one foot out of this very world of every day . Whatever is said , acted or described ...
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Página 21 - As one who, long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn, to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoin'd, from each thing met conceives delight ; The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...
Página 32 - The author continued for about three hours in a profound sleep, at least of the external senses, during which time he has the most vivid confidence, that he could not have composed less than from two to three hundred lines ; if, that indeed can be called composition in which all the images rose up before him as things, with a parallel production of the correspondent expressions, without any sensation or consciousness of effort.
Página 33 - Lyrical Ballads, in which it was agreed that my endeavours should be directed to persons and characters supernatural, or at least romantic — yet so as to transfer from our inward nature a human interest and a semblance of truth sufficient to procure for these shadows of imagination that willing suspension of disbelief, for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.
Página 236 - Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be; And that my Muse, to some ears not unsweet, Tempers her words to trampling horses
Página 315 - I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the Heart's affections and the truth of Imagination — What the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth — whether it existed before or not — for I have the same Idea of all our Passions as of Love they are all in their sublime, creative of essential Beauty.
Página 150 - I know the ways of pleasure, the sweet strains, The lullings and the relishes of it ; The propositions of hot blood and brains ; What mirth and music mean ; what love and wit Have done these twenty hundred years, and more...
Página 242 - And whilst our souls negotiate there, We like sepulchral statues lay; All day the same our postures were, And we said nothing, all the day.
Página 122 - Could Time, his flight reversed, restore the hours, When, playing with thy vesture's tissued flowers, The violet, the pink, and jessamine, I pricked them into paper with a pin, (And thou wast happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head, and smile...
Página 78 - So passeth in the passing of a day Of mortal life the leaf, the bud, the flower...
Página 247 - To Dianeme. SWEET, be not proud of those two eyes, Which, star-like, sparkle in their skies ; Nor be you proud that you can see All hearts your captives, yours yet free ; Be you not proud of that rich hair, Which wantons with the love-sick air ; When as that ruby which you wear, Sunk from the tip of your soft ear, Will last to be a precious stone, When all your world of beauty's gone.