Feminine Influence on the PoetsJohn Lane Company, 1911 - 351 páginas |
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... thou'rt dead , thou little Musgrave , Yet I for thee will pray ; " And wish well to thy soul will I , So long as I have life ; So will I not for thee , Barnard , Although I'm thy wedded wife . " A strong mother is painted by the first ...
... thou'rt dead , thou little Musgrave , Yet I for thee will pray ; " And wish well to thy soul will I , So long as I have life ; So will I not for thee , Barnard , Although I'm thy wedded wife . " A strong mother is painted by the first ...
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... thou blow , The small rain down can rain ? Christ , if my love were in my arms And I in my bed again ! has more than a tinge of the ballad and " The Unquiet Grave , " which begins : The wind doth blow to - day , my love , And a few ...
... thou blow , The small rain down can rain ? Christ , if my love were in my arms And I in my bed again ! has more than a tinge of the ballad and " The Unquiet Grave , " which begins : The wind doth blow to - day , my love , And a few ...
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... thou yonder craggy rock , Whose head o'erlooks the swelling main , Where never shepherd fed his flock , Or careful peasant sow'd his grain . No wholesome herb grows on the same , Or bird of day will on it rest ; ' Tis barren as the ...
... thou yonder craggy rock , Whose head o'erlooks the swelling main , Where never shepherd fed his flock , Or careful peasant sow'd his grain . No wholesome herb grows on the same , Or bird of day will on it rest ; ' Tis barren as the ...
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... thou mighty wingèd God , This restless fever in my blood ; One golden pointed dart take back : But which , O Cupid , wilt thou take ? If Damon , all my hopes are crost ; Or that of my Alexis , I am lost . This is so much like a man's ...
... thou mighty wingèd God , This restless fever in my blood ; One golden pointed dart take back : But which , O Cupid , wilt thou take ? If Damon , all my hopes are crost ; Or that of my Alexis , I am lost . This is so much like a man's ...
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... , " and though he sees her " benignity and home - bred sense , " he dreams of the pleasure of dwelling there with her : A shepherd , thou a shepherdess ! - and then recalls that she is to him " but 71 Women , Nature and Poetry.
... , " and though he sees her " benignity and home - bred sense , " he dreams of the pleasure of dwelling there with her : A shepherd , thou a shepherdess ! - and then recalls that she is to him " but 71 Women , Nature and Poetry.
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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.