The Poet's Praise: From Homer to SwinburneE. Stock, 1894 - 407 psl. |
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... Burns , Robert , 240-251 , 320 , 390 Butler , Samuel , 192-193 , 209 Byron , Lord , 264 , 269 , 292-297 , 351 , 363 , 393 Calverley , C. S. , 363 , 398 Camoens , 98 , 383 Campbell , Thomas , 271 , 283-284 Campion , Thomas , 99 Carew ...
... Burns , Robert , 240-251 , 320 , 390 Butler , Samuel , 192-193 , 209 Byron , Lord , 264 , 269 , 292-297 , 351 , 363 , 393 Calverley , C. S. , 363 , 398 Camoens , 98 , 383 Campbell , Thomas , 271 , 283-284 Campion , Thomas , 99 Carew ...
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... bind the wild , Poetic rage In energy , Or point the inconclusive page Full on the eye . ' BURNS : The Vision What is not visible to a Poet's eye ? ROGERS : Italy - Bologna But who is He , with modest looks , And 8 THE POETS ' PRAISE.
... bind the wild , Poetic rage In energy , Or point the inconclusive page Full on the eye . ' BURNS : The Vision What is not visible to a Poet's eye ? ROGERS : Italy - Bologna But who is He , with modest looks , And 8 THE POETS ' PRAISE.
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... Burns . . . in winter's deepest gloom , When all is dim before the outward eye , Nor the ear catches one delightful sound , They who have wandered in their musing walks With the great poets , in their spirits feel No change on earth ...
... Burns . . . in winter's deepest gloom , When all is dim before the outward eye , Nor the ear catches one delightful sound , They who have wandered in their musing walks With the great poets , in their spirits feel No change on earth ...
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... burns you through With a special revelation , shakes the heart Of all the men and women in the world . ' E. B. BROWNING : Aurora Leigh , Book I. ' Verily and thus It chances too with us Poets , singing sweetest snatches While that deaf ...
... burns you through With a special revelation , shakes the heart Of all the men and women in the world . ' E. B. BROWNING : Aurora Leigh , Book I. ' Verily and thus It chances too with us Poets , singing sweetest snatches While that deaf ...
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... burn The inner thought of sea , or sky , or hill : It is because a breath of human life Has touched them : joy and suffering , rest and strife . And he sees mysteries Above , around , Fair spiritual fleeting agencies Haunting each foot ...
... burn The inner thought of sea , or sky , or hill : It is because a breath of human life Has touched them : joy and suffering , rest and strife . And he sees mysteries Above , around , Fair spiritual fleeting agencies Haunting each foot ...
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ARNOLD AUBREY DE VERE bard beauty Ben Jonson breath Burns Byron Canto charm Chaucer COLERIDGE COWPER crown D. G. ROSSETTI dark dead Death divine doth Dryden E. B. BROWNING earth English Epic Poetry eyes F. T. PALGRAVE fame fire flame flowers genius George glory grace grave HARTLEY COLERIDGE hast hath heart heaven Homer honour Horace immortal JOHN Jonson Keats LANDOR LEIGH HUNT light lines live Lord LOWELL lyre MATTHEW ARNOLD melody Memory mighty Milton MORTIMER COLLINS Muse Nature's numbers o'er passion Pastorals Pindar Poems poet's Poetry Poets POPE praise rhyme sang Shakespeare Shelley shine sing smile sonnet soul Spenser spirit star strain sublime sung sweet SWINBURNE SYDNEY DOBELL T. B. ALDRICH tears tender Tennyson thee THEODORE WATTS thine things THOMAS thou thought thy song tongue truth verse Vindication of Poesy Vision of Poets voice wild WILLIAM wings Wordsworth
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