Roses and Holly. A Gift-book for All the YearW.P. Nimmo, 1867 - 146 Seiten |
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... poet in a small way , and so , I suppose , consider you are authorised to be flighty . What is it you want ? Do you want a body of capitalists that shall be forced to purchase the works of all authors , who may present themselves ...
... poet in a small way , and so , I suppose , consider you are authorised to be flighty . What is it you want ? Do you want a body of capitalists that shall be forced to purchase the works of all authors , who may present themselves ...
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... poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream . Then to the well - trod stage anon , If Jonson's learned sock be on , Or sweetest Shakespeare , Fancy's child , Warble his native wood - notes wild . And ever , against eating cares , Lap ...
... poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream . Then to the well - trod stage anon , If Jonson's learned sock be on , Or sweetest Shakespeare , Fancy's child , Warble his native wood - notes wild . And ever , against eating cares , Lap ...
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... poet . The machinery which the poet employs consists merely of words ; and words cannot , even when employed by such an artist as Homer or Dante , present to the mind images of visible objects quite so lively and exact as those which we ...
... poet . The machinery which the poet employs consists merely of words ; and words cannot , even when employed by such an artist as Homer or Dante , present to the mind images of visible objects quite so lively and exact as those which we ...
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... poets , but rarely for their own . sake . They fall forgotten from the great workman's and soldier's hands . Such men will take , in thankfulness , crowns of leaves , or crowns of thorns --not crowns of flowers . Ruskin . I A TOUCH OF ...
... poets , but rarely for their own . sake . They fall forgotten from the great workman's and soldier's hands . Such men will take , in thankfulness , crowns of leaves , or crowns of thorns --not crowns of flowers . Ruskin . I A TOUCH OF ...
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... poetic nature ; and no one can be completely such , who does not love , or take an interest in everything that interests the poet , from the firmament to the daisy - from the highest heart of man , to the most pitiable of the low . It ...
... poetic nature ; and no one can be completely such , who does not love , or take an interest in everything that interests the poet , from the firmament to the daisy - from the highest heart of man , to the most pitiable of the low . It ...
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
Annabel Lee arms beautiful Annabel Lee better Binnorie blow bold BOOK OF JOB Brahmin breath bright eyes canst CLUSTER cried Daura delight Devil dinner Don Quixote doth Doyle Dwarf ear-rings earth fair fear feel flowers Genevieve Giant give Greyfriars School hand hast hath heart heaven Holly Tree honour hope horse imitation jests at scars John Bull John Lawson kill lady land Lie direct literary live look lubber fiend merit mind mocketh morning Muça nature ne'er neighbour never night o'er passion plain poet POETICAL poetry poor Prayer pride PROVERBS quarrel reply rich ROSES AND HOLLY round Rozinante Sancho Sancho Panza Saracens Shakespeare smiled sometimes sorrow soul spirit sweet taxed Tell Thackeray thee things thou thought TWA SISTERS Twas virtue voice wind windmills wonder word youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 23 - But we loved with a love that was more than love, I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.
Seite 63 - The music and the doleful tale, The rich and balmy eve ; And hopes, and fears that kindle hope, An undistinguishable throng, And gentle wishes long subdued, Subdued and cherished long. She wept with pity and delight, She blushed with love, and virgin shame ; And like the murmur of a dream, I heard her breathe my name. Her bosom heaved, — she stepped aside, As conscious of my look she stept, — Then suddenly, with timorous eye She fled to me and wept.
Seite 43 - Hast thou given the horse strength? Hast thou clothed his neck with thunder? Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper? The glory of his nostrils is terrible. He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength : He goeth on to meet the armed men. He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted, Neither turneth he back from the sword. The quiver rattleth against him, The glittering spear and the shield.
Seite 14 - To hear the lark begin his flight, And singing startle the dull night, From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
Seite 23 - And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea: But we loved with a love that was more than love I and my ANNABEL LEE; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea...
Seite 137 - God be thanked for books. They are the voices of the distant and the dead, and make us heirs of the spiritual life of past ages.
Seite 62 - With downcast eyes and modest grace; For well she knew, I could not choose But gaze upon her face. I told her of the Knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand; And that for ten long years he wooed The Lady of the Land. I told her how he pined ; and ah ! The deep, the low, the pleading tone 'With which I sang another's love, Interpreted my own.
Seite 6 - Tis that which we all see and know." Any one better apprehends what it is by acquaintance than I can inform him by description. It is indeed a thing so versatile and multiform, appearing in so many shapes, so many postures, so many garbs, so variously apprehended by several eyes and judgments, that it seemeth no less hard to settle a clear and certain notion thereof than to make a portrait of Proteus, or to define the figure of the fleeting air. Sometimes it lieth in pat allusion to a known story,...
Seite 39 - Tis with our judgments as our watches, none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
Seite 19 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce In notes, with many a winding bout Of link-ed sweetness long drawn out, With wanton heed, and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running ; Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of Harmony : That Orpheus...