Essays and poems, selected from the literary remains of F. HindeG. G. Walmsley, 1864 - 124 Seiten |
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... , the " Temple of Fame , " with these glowing lines : - " Four swans sustain a car of silver bright , With heads advanced , and pinions stretch'd for flight , Here like some furious prophet Pindar rode , And seem'd Poetry . 5.
... , the " Temple of Fame , " with these glowing lines : - " Four swans sustain a car of silver bright , With heads advanced , and pinions stretch'd for flight , Here like some furious prophet Pindar rode , And seem'd Poetry . 5.
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... glowing a perfect picture ; the attention is riveted to them , as Theseus fixed in his eternal chair . They are here to speak for themselves , in tones of harmony , grandeur , and feeling , to which none , I am sure , will be ...
... glowing a perfect picture ; the attention is riveted to them , as Theseus fixed in his eternal chair . They are here to speak for themselves , in tones of harmony , grandeur , and feeling , to which none , I am sure , will be ...
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... glowing enthusiasm for the beautiful ; and the purity , strength , and sincerity of her love . It is , indeed , a soul - elevating idea , that no man can consider him- self entitled to complain of Fate , while , in his adver- sity , he ...
... glowing enthusiasm for the beautiful ; and the purity , strength , and sincerity of her love . It is , indeed , a soul - elevating idea , that no man can consider him- self entitled to complain of Fate , while , in his adver- sity , he ...
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... glowing a sketch of what the real , the enduring poet should be -the one who , at the very commencement of his career , like a star in the firmament at the approach of twilight , gives token of future lustre ; the one so eminently ...
... glowing a sketch of what the real , the enduring poet should be -the one who , at the very commencement of his career , like a star in the firmament at the approach of twilight , gives token of future lustre ; the one so eminently ...
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... glowing mint of fancy pours No spurious metal , fused from common ores , But gold to matchless purity refined , And stamp'd with all the Godhead in his mind ; He whom I feel , but want the power to paint , Springs from a soul impatient ...
... glowing mint of fancy pours No spurious metal , fused from common ores , But gold to matchless purity refined , And stamp'd with all the Godhead in his mind ; He whom I feel , but want the power to paint , Springs from a soul impatient ...
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Æneid Æschylus Amid angels bards basil beadsman beauteous beauty Belshazzar breath bright brilliant calm charm cold dark dead Death deep divine doth dread earth Elizabeth Barrett Browning eyes fair feel flowers friends genius Gilbert G glittering gloom glory glowing gold gorgeous grace hair hall hand harp hath heart heaven Herbert Knowles Homer human imagination immortal Juvenal Keats Keats's kings lady Lamia light lonius Lord Byron Lord George Bentinck lover Lycius Madeline melancholy melodious midnight mind monarch morning mortal neath never night noble o'er passion Pindar pleasures poem poet poetic poetry politic minister Porphyro praise proud reign rich rolling clouds rose round satraps scarcely seem'd seen immortal shadows shine silence sleep solemn song sorrow soul sound spirit splendid splendour St Agnes stanza stars sublime sweet tears thee thou tion trembling turn'd verse voice wail wassail wave wild wind wine
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 3 - Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood In brighter light, and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood? Alas! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
Seite 35 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an Eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me That my soul cannot resist; A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Seite 4 - And then I think of one who in her youthful beauty died, The fair meek blossom that grew up and faded by my side. In the cold moist earth we laid her, when the...
Seite 36 - Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care. And come like the benediction That follows after prayer. Then read from the treasured volume The poem of thy choice, And lend to the rhyme of the poet The beauty of thy voice. And the night shall be filled with music, And the cares, that infest the day, Shall fold their tents, like the Arabs, And as silently steal away.
Seite 77 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Seite 29 - Oh, how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields ! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp of groves, and garniture of fields ; All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of Heaven, Oh, how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! X.
Seite 59 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Seite 74 - ST. AGNES' EVE— Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold...
Seite 18 - She hurried at his words, beset with fears, For there were sleeping dragons all around, At glaring watch, perhaps, with ready spears — Down the wide stairs a darkling way they found.
Seite 3 - But on the hill the golden-rod, and the aster in the wood, And the yellow sunflower by the brook in autumn beauty stood, Till fell the frost from the clear cold heaven, as falls the plague on men, And the brightness of their smile was gone, from upland, glade, and glen. And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky...