David Gray, and Other Essays: Chiefly on PoetrySampson, Low, Son, and Marston, 1868 - 318 Seiten |
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... night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown . Perhaps the self - same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth , when , sick for home , She stood in tears among the alien corn ; The same that oft - times hath ...
... night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown . Perhaps the self - same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth , when , sick for home , She stood in tears among the alien corn ; The same that oft - times hath ...
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... night came , mysterious doors were thrown open , and the family retired to sleep in extraordinary mural recesses . In this humble home , David Gray , a hand - loom weaver , resided for upwards of twenty years , and managed to rear a ...
... night came , mysterious doors were thrown open , and the family retired to sleep in extraordinary mural recesses . In this humble home , David Gray , a hand - loom weaver , resided for upwards of twenty years , and managed to rear a ...
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... emotion which had not yet been stirred to their depths . When , at fourteen years of age , he began to study in Glasgow , it was his custom to go home every Saturday night F in order to pass the Sunday with his parents . DAVID GRAY . 65.
... emotion which had not yet been stirred to their depths . When , at fourteen years of age , he began to study in Glasgow , it was his custom to go home every Saturday night F in order to pass the Sunday with his parents . DAVID GRAY . 65.
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... night after night , when the old couple talked in bed . Between him and his father there had arisen a strange barrier of reserve . They seldom ex- changed with each other more than a passing word ; but to one friend's bosom David would ...
... night after night , when the old couple talked in bed . Between him and his father there had arisen a strange barrier of reserve . They seldom ex- changed with each other more than a passing word ; but to one friend's bosom David would ...
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... nights and days were often passed in seclusion , in reading the great thinkers , and pondering on their lives . Full of thoughts too deep for utter- ance , dreaming , David would walk at a swift pace through the crowded streets , with ...
... nights and days were often passed in seclusion , in reading the great thinkers , and pondering on their lives . Full of thoughts too deep for utter- ance , dreaming , David would walk at a swift pace through the crowded streets , with ...
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Alfred de Musset Andrew artistic beautiful breath calm Campsie fells Catullus cold contemporary truth cries dark David Gray Dean Prior dear death divine dream emotion eternal truth exquisite eyes face feel friends Glasgow God's hear heard heart heaven Herrick Hesperides hope human immoral insincere intellectual Keats Leaves of Grass Lesbia light literary literature living London LONDON POEM look Lord Lord Houghton Luggie lyrical Merkland Milnes Milton mind modern moral Mysie mystery nature never night noble numbers once pale passion perfect Philoctetes picture pleasure poem poet poet's poetic poetry pure ROBERT BUCHANAN sake seemed Seer sight silence sincerity sings smile song Sophocles soul sound speech spiritual strange Student sweet Sydney Dobell sympathy tears thee things thou thought tion true utterance verses vision voice Walt Whitman weary wonder wondrous word Wordsworth write wrote young
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Seite 24 - And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, I must not look to have ; but, in their stead, Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not.
Seite 25 - Here she was wont to go ! and here ! and here ! Just where those daisies, pinks, and violets grow : The world may find the Spring by following her ; For other print her airy steps ne'er left : Her treading would not bend a blade of grass, Or shake the downy blow-ball from his stalk ! But like the soft west-wind she shot along, And where she went the flowers took thickest root, As she had sowed them with her odorous foot...
Seite 213 - Immense have been the preparations for me, , • Faithful and friendly the arms that have help'd me. Cycles" ferried my cradle, rowing and rowing like cheerful boatmen, For room to me stars kept aside in their own rings, They sent influences to look after what was to hold me. Before I was born out of my mother generations guided me, My embryo has never been torpid, nothing could overlay it...
Seite 29 - For I have learned To look on Nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes The still sad music of Humanity! Not harsh, nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue! And I have felt A Presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts! a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused; Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the round ocean, and the living air, And the blue sky, and in the mind of Man...
Seite 43 - Prone on the ground, as since, but on his rear, Circular base of rising folds that towered Fold above fold, a surging maze, his head Crested aloft, and carbuncle his eyes ; With burnished neck of verdant gold, erect Amidst his circling spires, that on the grass Floated redundant...
Seite 39 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown : Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Seite 212 - In all people I see myself, none more and not one a barley-corn less, And the good or bad I say of myself I say of them.
Seite 32 - He holds on firmly to some thread of life — (It is the life to lead perforcedly) Which runs across some vast distracting orb Of glory on either side that meagre thread...
Seite 39 - Teach us, Sprite or Bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Seite 28 - In darkness and amid the many shapes Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart — How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, 0 sylvan Wye! thou wanderer through the woods, How often has my spirit turned to thee!