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... once appear how large the province is which lyric verse covers , and how im- portant the service is which it is designed to render in poetry and general literature , dealing , as it does , with all the high themes of human life and ...
... once appear how large the province is which lyric verse covers , and how im- portant the service is which it is designed to render in poetry and general literature , dealing , as it does , with all the high themes of human life and ...
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... once as masters of this complex art . To make the lyric thoughtful without being didactic , and impassioned without be- ing sentimental , is the ripest result of the poet's art . Space will not permit us to quote at length from these ...
... once as masters of this complex art . To make the lyric thoughtful without being didactic , and impassioned without be- ing sentimental , is the ripest result of the poet's art . Space will not permit us to quote at length from these ...
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... once to modify the licentious constructions of southern Europe on behalf of virtue and woman- hood and social order . Thus it is that in his idyllic poem , " Epithalamion , " said to be " the noblest wedding hymn in the language , " and ...
... once to modify the licentious constructions of southern Europe on behalf of virtue and woman- hood and social order . Thus it is that in his idyllic poem , " Epithalamion , " said to be " the noblest wedding hymn in the language , " and ...
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... once and not read them again and again , borne on and up by their strong flow of feeling , has not the sort of the matter in him , " and just to the degree in which they embody the innermost life and experience of the poet himself do ...
... once and not read them again and again , borne on and up by their strong flow of feeling , has not the sort of the matter in him , " and just to the degree in which they embody the innermost life and experience of the poet himself do ...
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... once did sing , That he our deadly forfeit should release , And with his Father work us a perpetual peace . The poem proper , " The Hymn , " opens with a different stanza : It was the winter wild While the heaven - born child All meanly ...
... once did sing , That he our deadly forfeit should release , And with his Father work us a perpetual peace . The poem proper , " The Hymn , " opens with a different stanza : It was the winter wild While the heaven - born child All meanly ...
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Page 58 - All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create *, And what perceive...
Page 111 - But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world.
Page 134 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the base of Heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Page 69 - Not by the sport of nature, but of man: These two, a maiden and a youth, were there Gazing— the one on all that was beneath Fair as herself— but the boy gazed on her; And both were young, and one was beautiful: And both were young— yet not alike in youth. As the sweet moon on the horizon's verge, The maid was on the eve of womanhood; The boy had fewer summers, but his heart Had far outgrown his years, and to his eye There was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on him...
Page 134 - THIS is the month, and this the happy morn, Wherein the Son of Heaven's eternal King, Of wedded Maid, and Virgin Mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring...
Page 46 - Or the unseen Genius of the wood. But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloister's pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.
Page 110 - But often, in the world's most crowded streets, But often, in the din of strife, There rises an unspeakable desire After the knowledge of our buried life; A thirst to spend our fire and restless force In tracking out our true, original course; A longing to inquire Into the mystery of this heart which beats So wild, so deep in us - to know Whence our lives come and where they go.
Page 34 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen...
Page 40 - O but they say the tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony: Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain. For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain.
Page 56 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.