Pencilings and Sketches of the Poets: A Record of Memory and LoveM.T. Downing, 1867 - 379 σελίδες |
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... , he des- cribes his happiness thus : " Life is quite a different thing by the side of a beloved wife than so forsaken and alone , even in summer I think my very youth will be renewed ; an 22 JOHANN CHRISTOPH FRIEDERICH SCHILLER .
... , he des- cribes his happiness thus : " Life is quite a different thing by the side of a beloved wife than so forsaken and alone , even in summer I think my very youth will be renewed ; an 22 JOHANN CHRISTOPH FRIEDERICH SCHILLER .
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... thing . " So may the God who faileth never To hear the weak and guide the dim , To thee give honor , here and ever , As thou hast duly honored Him . Far - famed e'en now through Swisserland , Thy generous heart and dauntless hand , And ...
... thing . " So may the God who faileth never To hear the weak and guide the dim , To thee give honor , here and ever , As thou hast duly honored Him . Far - famed e'en now through Swisserland , Thy generous heart and dauntless hand , And ...
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... where man's help there was none ; The one human thing , with the goblins before me , Alone , in a loneliness so ghastly — alone ! Fathom - deep from man's eye in the speechless profound 44 JOHANN CHRISTOPH FRIEDERICH SCHILLER .
... where man's help there was none ; The one human thing , with the goblins before me , Alone , in a loneliness so ghastly — alone ! Fathom - deep from man's eye in the speechless profound 44 JOHANN CHRISTOPH FRIEDERICH SCHILLER .
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... things seen are mightier than things heard , Staggered and shook , holding the branch , and feared To send abroad a shrill and terrible cry Which in one moment like the blast of doom , Would shatter all the happiness of the hearth , Ann ...
... things seen are mightier than things heard , Staggered and shook , holding the branch , and feared To send abroad a shrill and terrible cry Which in one moment like the blast of doom , Would shatter all the happiness of the hearth , Ann ...
Σελίδα 93
... upon such titles bring The taint of sin and shame ? Shall we the children of the King , Who hold so grand a claim , Tarnish by any meaner thing The glory of our name ? IN MEMORIAM . They are not dead - my darlings- ADELAIDE A. PROCTOR . 93.
... upon such titles bring The taint of sin and shame ? Shall we the children of the King , Who hold so grand a claim , Tarnish by any meaner thing The glory of our name ? IN MEMORIAM . They are not dead - my darlings- ADELAIDE A. PROCTOR . 93.
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Agnes ALFRED TENNYSON angel angel band Ave Maria baby smile Beadsman beautiful beloved sleep bless breast breath bright brow charm cheek child crown dark darling dead dear death deep dream dreary earth ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING Endymion Enoch Arden eyes face fair fancy father fear feel gaze genius gentle giveth His beloved goblet golden Goldsmith grace hand happy hath head hear heart Heaven holy hope hour Johnson Keats king knee Limours lips lonely look Lord Madeline memory merry mind morn mother myrrh never night noble o'er OLIVER GOLDSMITH pale poem poet Porphyro pray prayer rest ROBERT BURNS round SAMUEL JOHNSON says Schiller shadows shine silent smile soft song sorrow soul spirit sweet tears tell tender thee Theodore Tilton thine thou hast thought Thro tion tones Walter Scott wandering weary wild words young youth
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Σελίδα 242 - The blisses of her dream so pure and deep. At which fair Madeline began to weep, And moan forth witless words with many a sigh ; While still her gaze on Porphyro would keep ; Who knelt, with joined hands and piteous eye, Fearing to move or speak, she look'd so dreamingly. xxxv. "Ah, Porphyro!
Σελίδα 221 - Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy ? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven : We know her woof, her texture ; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air and gnomed mine — Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
Σελίδα 138 - His dews drop mutely on the hill, His cloud above it saileth still, Though on its slope men sow and reap: More softly than the dew is shed, Or cloud is floated, overhead, He giveth His beloved — sleep.
Σελίδα 227 - St Agnes' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith...
Σελίδα 238 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for Heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint...
Σελίδα 252 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure...
Σελίδα 268 - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Σελίδα 233 - O tell me, Angela, by the holy loom Which none but secret sisterhood may see, When they St. Agnes' wool are weaving piously." XIV. "St. Agnes! Ah! it is St. Agnes' Eve — Yet men will murder upon holy days.
Σελίδα 329 - Imagination fondly stoops to trace The parlour splendours of that festive place: The white-washed wall, the nicely sanded floor, The varnished clock that clicked behind the door; The chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day...
Σελίδα 240 - A table, and, half anguished, threw thereon A cloth of woven crimson, gold, and jet : — O for some drowsy Morphean amulet ! The boisterous, midnight, festive clarion, The kettle-drum, and far-heard clarionet, Affray his ears, though but in dying tone : — The hall-door shuts again, and all the noise is gone.