Popular Poets of the Period: Being a Volume Containing Biographical & Critical Sketches of the Careers of Poets of Our Own Time and Country, Together with Choice Selections from Their WorksGriffith, Farran, Okeden, and Welsh, 1889 - 376 psl. |
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... deep and white .. I walk , I trust , with open eyes 331 ......... 53 179 224 282 92 18 92 330 149 251 187 218 64 I was alone ! the City sad with sleep 167 Just as of old , I mark the golden bars 25 King Edward dwelt at Havering - atte ...
... deep and white .. I walk , I trust , with open eyes 331 ......... 53 179 224 282 92 18 92 330 149 251 187 218 64 I was alone ! the City sad with sleep 167 Just as of old , I mark the golden bars 25 King Edward dwelt at Havering - atte ...
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... deep and how wide is the interest taken in this form . In my notice in this volume of one of our contemporary poets , Mr. Theodore Watts , whose sonnets have attracted special attention , I had occasion to refer to his well - known ...
... deep and how wide is the interest taken in this form . In my notice in this volume of one of our contemporary poets , Mr. Theodore Watts , whose sonnets have attracted special attention , I had occasion to refer to his well - known ...
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... deep though shuddering sympathy . Its great tendency and purpose is to carry the mind beyond and above the beaten , dusty , weary walks of ordinary life ; to lift it into a purer element , and to breathe into it more profound and ...
... deep though shuddering sympathy . Its great tendency and purpose is to carry the mind beyond and above the beaten , dusty , weary walks of ordinary life ; to lift it into a purer element , and to breathe into it more profound and ...
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... Deep call to deep , and all the mystery Of all that is , laid open . As he sang , I saw the Nine , with lovely pitying eyes , 66 Sign He has conquered ? " Yet I felt no pang Of fear , only deep joy that I had heard Such music while I ...
... Deep call to deep , and all the mystery Of all that is , laid open . As he sang , I saw the Nine , with lovely pitying eyes , 66 Sign He has conquered ? " Yet I felt no pang Of fear , only deep joy that I had heard Such music while I ...
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... rest , Seeing the godhead in thine eyes . Can good be , yet no Giver ? Can The stream flow on , yet own no source ? From what deep well of hidden Force Flows the diviner stream in man ? I know not . Some there is , ' tis 38 POPULAR POETS .
... rest , Seeing the godhead in thine eyes . Can good be , yet no Giver ? Can The stream flow on , yet own no source ? From what deep well of hidden Force Flows the diviner stream in man ? I know not . Some there is , ' tis 38 POPULAR POETS .
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287 psl. - Breathing like one that hath a weary dream. Full-faced above the valley stood the moon ; And like a downward smoke, the slender stream Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem. A land of streams ! some, like a downward smoke, Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go ; And some through wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below.
285 psl. - Thy voice is on the rolling air ; I hear thee where the waters run ; Thou standest in the rising sun. And in the setting thou art fair.
288 psl. - O for the touch of a vanish'd hand, And the sound of a voice that is still ! Break, break, break, At the foot of thy crags, O Sea ! But the tender grace of a day that is dead Will never come back to me.
231 psl. - WHERE sunless rivers weep Their waves into the deep, She sleeps a charmed sleep : Awake her not. Led by a single star, She came from very far To seek where shadows are Her pleasant lot. She left the rosy morn, She left the fields of corn, For twilight cold and lorn And water springs. Through sleep, as through a veil She sees the sky look pale, And hears the nightingale That sadly sings. Rest, rest, a perfect rest Shed over brow and breast ; Her face is toward the west, The purple land. She cannot...
285 psl. - Until they won her; for indeed I knew Of no more subtle master under heaven Than is the maiden passion for a maid, Not only to keep down the base in man, But teach high thought, and amiable words And courtliness, and the desire of fame, And love of truth, and all that makes a man.
193 psl. - The air broke into a mist with bells, The old walls rocked with the crowd and cries. Had I said, "Good folk, mere noise repels — "But give me your sun from yonder skies!" They had answered, "And afterward, what else?
222 psl. - Bring none of these ; but let me be, While all around in silence lies, Moved to the window near, and see Once more, before my dying eyes, Bathed in the sacred dews of morn The wide aerial landscape spread — The world which was ere I was born, The world which lasts when I am dead...
286 psl. - Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow; The man be more of woman, she of man; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto noble words...
221 psl. - Mark'd thine outlandish garb, thy figure spare, Thy dark vague eyes, and soft abstracted air — But, when they came from bathing, thou wert...
339 psl. - tis the lullaby Time is singing — Hush, and heed not, for all things pass, Hush, ah, hush! and the Scythes are swinging Over the clover, over the grass ! — Andrew Lang.