Feminine Influence on the PoetsJohn Lane Company, 1911 - 351 páginas |
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... Wife of Usher's Well " : There lived a wife at Usher's Well , And a wealthy wife was she ; She had three stout and stalwart sons , And sent them o'er the sea . When they come home their hats are made from a birch tree that grew " at the ...
... Wife of Usher's Well " : There lived a wife at Usher's Well , And a wealthy wife was she ; She had three stout and stalwart sons , And sent them o'er the sea . When they come home their hats are made from a birch tree that grew " at the ...
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... Wife ' upon the oboe , which charmed Burns to enthusiasm so that he " made a song for it " ; but he says later on that it is " composed on a young lady , positively the most beautiful lovely woman in the world . " In this same note he ...
... Wife ' upon the oboe , which charmed Burns to enthusiasm so that he " made a song for it " ; but he says later on that it is " composed on a young lady , positively the most beautiful lovely woman in the world . " In this same note he ...
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... wife and sister for similar transgressions all through their life together . The labour of composition was exacting , and often led to complete exhaustion . When writing " The White Doe of Rylstone , " his heel had been rubbed sore by ...
... wife and sister for similar transgressions all through their life together . The labour of composition was exacting , and often led to complete exhaustion . When writing " The White Doe of Rylstone , " his heel had been rubbed sore by ...
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... wife , he said good - bye to her at the door , and waited about , watching the lights of her home , for an hour or two . He then set out on the return , but lost his way in the darkening night and sat down upon a haystack in contentment ...
... wife , he said good - bye to her at the door , and waited about , watching the lights of her home , for an hour or two . He then set out on the return , but lost his way in the darkening night and sat down upon a haystack in contentment ...
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... wife . The lines " To my Husband " of an anonymous seven- teenth - century writer have a sound of the best epitaphs . The conclusion justifies it as a piece of true genius : When from the world I should be taen , And from earth's ...
... wife . The lines " To my Husband " of an anonymous seven- teenth - century writer have a sound of the best epitaphs . The conclusion justifies it as a piece of true genius : When from the world I should be taen , And from earth's ...
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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.