The World's Best Poetry ...John Vance Cheney, Sir Charles G. D. Roberts, Francis Hovey Stoddard, John Raymond Howard J. D. Morris, 1904 |
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... shapes are clad with brightness . " Matter is ruled by mind , and the best power of mind is sentiment . The Kingdom of God , said the founder of the Christian religion , is within you . It is the mission of poetry , by means of noble ...
... shapes are clad with brightness . " Matter is ruled by mind , and the best power of mind is sentiment . The Kingdom of God , said the founder of the Christian religion , is within you . It is the mission of poetry , by means of noble ...
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... is a poor and cruel thing without beauty of do- ing and of being ; nor can beauty really be , without the heart that makes the sentiment that shapes and consecrates . And the poet or the painter in our xiv PLACE OF POETRY IN LIFE .
... is a poor and cruel thing without beauty of do- ing and of being ; nor can beauty really be , without the heart that makes the sentiment that shapes and consecrates . And the poet or the painter in our xiv PLACE OF POETRY IN LIFE .
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... shapes are mingled ; the new forms , at first shadowy and filmy , gain upon the old , and now both blend ; and now the old scene fades into the background ; still , who shall say whether the new scene be finally set up ? " The poet ...
... shapes are mingled ; the new forms , at first shadowy and filmy , gain upon the old , and now both blend ; and now the old scene fades into the background ; still , who shall say whether the new scene be finally set up ? " The poet ...
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... shapes of things ; Create of airy forms a stream , It must have blood , and naught of phlegm ; And though it be a waking dream , Yet let it like an odor rise To all the senses here , And fall like sleep upon their eyes , Or music in ...
... shapes of things ; Create of airy forms a stream , It must have blood , and naught of phlegm ; And though it be a waking dream , Yet let it like an odor rise To all the senses here , And fall like sleep upon their eyes , Or music in ...
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... imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown , the poet's pen Turns them to shapes , and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name . SHAKESPEARE . II . FAIRIES : ELVES : SPRITES . QUEEN MAB 12 POEMS OF FANCY .
... imagination bodies forth The forms of things unknown , the poet's pen Turns them to shapes , and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name . SHAKESPEARE . II . FAIRIES : ELVES : SPRITES . QUEEN MAB 12 POEMS OF FANCY .
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beauty beneath bird blow breast breath breeze bright Camelot Cleon clouds cried dark dead dear death deep door doth dream drink earth EDMUND SPENSER EDWIN MARKHAM eyes fair fairy fancy fear flower frae FRIEDRICH VON SCHILLER gleam golden gray hand hast hath hear heard heart heaven hour Jean François Millet JOHN KEATS JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE Judas Iscariot Kilmeny labor lady lady of Shalott land laugh light live looked Lord mind moon Moonlight Song morning mortal murmured never Nevermore night o'er once passion PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE poet rest Rhocus river rose round shadows Shalott shore sigh silence sing sleep smile snow soft song sorrow soul of Judas sound spirit stars stood stream sweet tears tell thee things thou thought toil Translation unto voice wave weary wild wind wine wings
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