Feminine Influence on the PoetsJohn Lane Company, 1911 - 351 páginas |
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... sings : O waly , waly , but love be bonnie A little time while it is new ! But when it's auld it waxeth cauld , And fadeth awa ' like the morning dew , and ends : But had I wist before I kiss'd That love had been so ill to win , I'd ...
... sings : O waly , waly , but love be bonnie A little time while it is new ! But when it's auld it waxeth cauld , And fadeth awa ' like the morning dew , and ends : But had I wist before I kiss'd That love had been so ill to win , I'd ...
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... bent before the sun . Sing , Bessie Bell and Mary Gray , They were twa bonny lasses ; They built a bower on yon burn - brae , And theek't it o'er wi ' rashes . Here the effect is made by the two girls in 13 The Inspiration of Poetry.
... bent before the sun . Sing , Bessie Bell and Mary Gray , They were twa bonny lasses ; They built a bower on yon burn - brae , And theek't it o'er wi ' rashes . Here the effect is made by the two girls in 13 The Inspiration of Poetry.
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... sings Despair with a sought luxury of wretchedness not usual in her time . " Lead me , " she cries , " to some solitary gloom " far from the world's " wretched pleasures and distracted joys , " and- There in a melting , solemn , dying ...
... sings Despair with a sought luxury of wretchedness not usual in her time . " Lead me , " she cries , " to some solitary gloom " far from the world's " wretched pleasures and distracted joys , " and- There in a melting , solemn , dying ...
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... sings Humming of future things , that turn the mind To leave some fragment of itself behind . And Shelley heard it in that universal west wind that made him feel his own weakness and yet cry to the wind : " Make me thy lyre even as the ...
... sings Humming of future things , that turn the mind To leave some fragment of itself behind . And Shelley heard it in that universal west wind that made him feel his own weakness and yet cry to the wind : " Make me thy lyre even as the ...
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... sings a solitary song that whistles in the wind . " One poem , " She was a Phantom of Delight , " describes another of these " lovely appari- tions , " a phantom " sent to be a moment's ornament , " and how he and how he came to know ...
... sings a solitary song that whistles in the wind . " One poem , " She was a Phantom of Delight , " describes another of these " lovely appari- tions , " a phantom " sent to be a moment's ornament , " and how he and how he came to know ...
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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.