The World's Best Poetry: Of fancy, of sentiment; [introductory essay] The place of poetry in life, by C.F. RichardsonJ.D. Morris, 1904 |
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... translator of Dante , but likewise the simple singer of " Excelsior " and " A Psalm of Life . " In a sentimental time he knew how to use and to better the fashions of his day ; and in the crude and crass period of American isms and ...
... translator of Dante , but likewise the simple singer of " Excelsior " and " A Psalm of Life . " In a sentimental time he knew how to use and to better the fashions of his day ; and in the crude and crass period of American isms and ...
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... Translation of LEIGH HUNT . THE FAIRIES . Up the airy mountain , Down the rushy glen , We daren't go a hunting For fear of little men ; Wee folk , good folk , Trooping all together ; Green jacket , red cap , And white owl's feather ...
... Translation of LEIGH HUNT . THE FAIRIES . Up the airy mountain , Down the rushy glen , We daren't go a hunting For fear of little men ; Wee folk , good folk , Trooping all together ; Green jacket , red cap , And white owl's feather ...
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... reaches the castle with spurring and dread ; But alack ! in his arms the child lay dead ! From the German of GOETHE . Translation of MARTIN and AYTOUN . THE DJINNS . Town , tower , Shore , deep FAIRIES : ELVES : SPRITES . 59.
... reaches the castle with spurring and dread ; But alack ! in his arms the child lay dead ! From the German of GOETHE . Translation of MARTIN and AYTOUN . THE DJINNS . Town , tower , Shore , deep FAIRIES : ELVES : SPRITES . 59.
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... Translation of CHARLES TIMOTHY BROOKS . THE SIRENS ' SONG . FROM THE " INNER TEMPLE MASQUE . " STEER hither , steer your wingèd pines , All beaten mariners : Here lie undiscovered mines , A prey to passengers ; Perfumes far sweeter than ...
... Translation of CHARLES TIMOTHY BROOKS . THE SIRENS ' SONG . FROM THE " INNER TEMPLE MASQUE . " STEER hither , steer your wingèd pines , All beaten mariners : Here lie undiscovered mines , A prey to passengers ; Perfumes far sweeter than ...
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... Translation of HENRY KING . THE COMET . OCTOBER , 1858 . ERRATIC Soul of some great Purpose , doomed To track the wild illimitable space , Till sure propitiation has been made For the divine commission unperformed ! What was thy crime ...
... Translation of HENRY KING . THE COMET . OCTOBER , 1858 . ERRATIC Soul of some great Purpose , doomed To track the wild illimitable space , Till sure propitiation has been made For the divine commission unperformed ! What was thy crime ...
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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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