The Book of Gems: The eighteenth and nineteenth century. Wordsworth to TennysonSamuel Carter Hall Bell and Daldy, 1868 |
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... kind of quintessence ; " and , rejecting the " gross matter , " presents to us the purest ore . " He sees nothing loftier than human hopes , -nothing deeper than the human h - art ; " and while he worships Nature , he so paints her ...
... kind of quintessence ; " and , rejecting the " gross matter , " presents to us the purest ore . " He sees nothing loftier than human hopes , -nothing deeper than the human h - art ; " and while he worships Nature , he so paints her ...
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... kind , And , even with something of a mother's mind , And no unworthy aim , The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster - child , her inmate man , Forget the glories he hath known , And that imperial palace whence he came ...
... kind , And , even with something of a mother's mind , And no unworthy aim , The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster - child , her inmate man , Forget the glories he hath known , And that imperial palace whence he came ...
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... kind ; and out of this feel- ing , or this pretension , grew his labours to corrupt it . It was not alone against THINGS held sacred by society that his spleen and venom were directed : he strove to render odious some of the best and ...
... kind ; and out of this feel- ing , or this pretension , grew his labours to corrupt it . It was not alone against THINGS held sacred by society that his spleen and venom were directed : he strove to render odious some of the best and ...
Σελίδα 18
... kind of quiet as he paused The lady of his love re - enter'd there ; She was serene and smiling then , —and yet She knew she was by him beloved ! she knew , For quickly comes such knowledge , that his heart Was darken'd with her shadow ...
... kind of quiet as he paused The lady of his love re - enter'd there ; She was serene and smiling then , —and yet She knew she was by him beloved ! she knew , For quickly comes such knowledge , that his heart Was darken'd with her shadow ...
Σελίδα 20
... kind of nutriment : he lived Through that which had been death to many men , And made him friends of mountains ! with the stars And the quick spirit of the universe He held his dialogues ; and they did teach To 20 BYRON .
... kind of nutriment : he lived Through that which had been death to many men , And made him friends of mountains ! with the stars And the quick spirit of the universe He held his dialogues ; and they did teach To 20 BYRON .
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Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
Allan Cunningham beauty beneath bloom born bower breast breath bright brow calm Charles Lamb child Christ's Hospital cloud cold dark dear death deep delight dewy dream earth Ebenezer Elliott fair fame fancy Farewell feel flowers genius gentle GEORGE CRABBE glad glory grace grave green grief happy hath Hazeldean hear heard heart heaven Henry Kirke White holy orders hope John Clare lady Leigh Hunt light living Lochinvar lonely look Lord Lord Byron maid maiden Mary Lee merry heart mind mother mountain nature ne'er never night o'er pale poems Poet poetical poetry rill rose round shade sigh silent sing sleep smile soft song sorrow soul sound spirit star stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought Twas voice waves weary weep wild wind wings woes writings young youth
Δημοφιλή αποσπάσματα
Σελίδα 47 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there.
Σελίδα 8 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind ; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be, In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering, In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Σελίδα 276 - The broken sheds look'd sad and strange : Unlifted was the clinking latch ; Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange. She only said, ' My life is dreary, He Cometh not...
Σελίδα 127 - Who hath not seen Thee oft amid thy store? Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor...
Σελίδα 11 - Milton ! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Σελίδα 6 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind. And, even with something of a mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years
Σελίδα 4 - As to the tabor's sound, To me alone there came a thought of grief: A timely utterance gave that thought relief, And I again am strong. The cataracts blow their trumpets from the steep; — No more shall grief of mine the season wrong...
Σελίδα 109 - River where ford there was none; But, ere he alighted at Nethe'rby gate, The bride had consented, the gallant came late: For. a laggard in love and a dastard in war Was to wed the fair Ellen of brave Lochinvar.
Σελίδα 8 - Hence, in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Σελίδα 127 - Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its twined flowers...