The World's Best Poetry: Of fancy, of sentiment; [introductory essay] The place of poetry in life, by C.F. RichardsonJ.D. Morris, 1904 - English poetry |
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... hath wounded , And fully upon one his desire hath founded , Whom nothing else could please though the world were rounded . Hallo , my fancy , whither wilt thou go ? To know this world's centre , Height , depth , breadth , and length ...
... hath wounded , And fully upon one his desire hath founded , Whom nothing else could please though the world were rounded . Hallo , my fancy , whither wilt thou go ? To know this world's centre , Height , depth , breadth , and length ...
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... hath lost ; She will bring thee , all together , All delights of summer weather ; All the buds and bells of May From dewy sward or thorny spray ; All the heaped Autumn's wealth , With a still , mysterious stealth ; She will mix these ...
... hath lost ; She will bring thee , all together , All delights of summer weather ; All the buds and bells of May From dewy sward or thorny spray ; All the heaped Autumn's wealth , With a still , mysterious stealth ; She will mix these ...
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... hath been with you . She is the fairies ' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate - stone On the fore - finger of an alderman , Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her wagon ...
... hath been with you . She is the fairies ' midwife ; and she comes In shape no bigger than an agate - stone On the fore - finger of an alderman , Drawn with a team of little atomies Athwart men's noses as they lie asleep : Her wagon ...
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... hath lost his hold ; And I must haste ere morning hour To wait in Amphitritè's bower . SABRINA descends , and the LADY rises out of her seat . SPIRIT . - Virgin , daughter of Locrine , Sprung from old Anchises ' line , May thy brimmèd ...
... hath lost his hold ; And I must haste ere morning hour To wait in Amphitritè's bower . SABRINA descends , and the LADY rises out of her seat . SPIRIT . - Virgin , daughter of Locrine , Sprung from old Anchises ' line , May thy brimmèd ...
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... hath done ! From the German of HEINRICH HEINE . THE FISHER . THE waters purled , the waters swelled , - A fisher sat near by , And earnestly his line beheld With tranquil heart and eye ; And while he sits and watches there , He sees the ...
... hath done ! From the German of HEINRICH HEINE . THE FISHER . THE waters purled , the waters swelled , - A fisher sat near by , And earnestly his line beheld With tranquil heart and eye ; And while he sits and watches there , He sees the ...
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beauty beneath bird blow blue breast breath breeze bright Camelot Cleon clouds cried dark dead dear death deep door doth dreams earth EDGAR ALLAN POE EDMUND SPENSER eyes fair fairy fancy fear flower frae FRIEDRICH VON SCHILLER gleam golden gray green hair hand Hark hast hath hear heard heart heaven hour JOAQUIN MILLER Judas Iscariot Kilmeny lady of Shalott land laugh light live looked Lord loud MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM mind moon Moonlight Song mortal murmured never Nevermore night o'er once passion PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE poet Rhocus river rose round SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE shadows shore sigh silence sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul of Judas sound spirit stars stood stream sweet tears Tell thee things thought toil Translation tree Ulalume voice wave weary wild wind wings
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Page 213 - The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
Page 130 - And now the Storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings And chased us south along. With sloping masts and dipping prow, As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
Page 139 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Page 248 - But, hail! thou Goddess sage and holy! Hail, divinest Melancholy! Whose saintly visage is too bright To hit the sense of human sight, And therefore to our weaker view O'erlaid with black, staid Wisdom's hue; Black, but such as in esteem Prince Memnon's sister might beseem, Or that starred Ethiop queen that strove To set her beauty's praise above The Sea-Nymphs, and their powers offended.
Page 141 - But tell me, tell me! speak again, Thy soft response renewing— What makes that ship drive on so fast? What is the ocean doing?' Second Voice 'Still as a slave before his lord, The ocean hath no blast; His great bright eye most silently Up to the Moon is cast— If he may know which way to go; For she guides him smooth or grim. See, brother, see! how graciously She looketh down on him.
Page 335 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: — Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Page 202 - A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread — and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness — Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!
Page 367 - TWAS at the royal feast for Persia won By Philip's warlike son — • Aloft in awful state The godlike hero sate On his imperial throne ; His valiant peers...
Page 154 - Not the least obeisance made he ; not an instant stopped or stayed he; But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door- — Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door — Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into Sottg? of smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, " Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou...
Page 139 - Around, around, flew each sweet sound, Then darted to the Sun; Slowly the sounds came back again, Now mixed, now one by one. Sometimes a-dropping from the sky I heard the sky-lark sing; Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning! And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely flute; And now it is an angel's song, That makes the heavens be mute.