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... thee if I had power . For that which I want is , first , bread- Thy decree , not my choice , that bread must be first ; Then music , then some time out of the struggle for bread to write my poems ; Then to put out of care Henry and Rob ...
... thee if I had power . For that which I want is , first , bread- Thy decree , not my choice , that bread must be first ; Then music , then some time out of the struggle for bread to write my poems ; Then to put out of care Henry and Rob ...
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... thee the programme ; and my heart is so full of this heavenly melody that I cannot find me any rest till I have in some wise en- larged me . Moreover I have a charming piece of news which although thou art not yet to communicate it to ...
... thee the programme ; and my heart is so full of this heavenly melody that I cannot find me any rest till I have in some wise en- larged me . Moreover I have a charming piece of news which although thou art not yet to communicate it to ...
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... thee , O ! I fear thee , for I hear the tongue and sword At battle on the deck , and the wild mutineers are bold ! The dewdrop morn may fall from off the petal of the sky , But all the deck is wet with blood and stains the crystal red ...
... thee , O ! I fear thee , for I hear the tongue and sword At battle on the deck , and the wild mutineers are bold ! The dewdrop morn may fall from off the petal of the sky , But all the deck is wet with blood and stains the crystal red ...
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... thee and sting thee fertile : for oft these pollens be Fine dust from wars that poets wage for thee . Or , if the question be , " A poet , thou ; what worth , what worth , the whole of all thine art ? " we learn from 283 Sidney Lanier .
... thee and sting thee fertile : for oft these pollens be Fine dust from wars that poets wage for thee . Or , if the question be , " A poet , thou ; what worth , what worth , the whole of all thine art ? " we learn from 283 Sidney Lanier .
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... thee birth ; Yea , standest smiling in thy future grave , Serene and brave , With unremitting breath Inhaling life from death , Thine epitaph writ fair in fruitage elo- quent , Thyself thy monument . As poets should Thou hast built up ...
... thee birth ; Yea , standest smiling in thy future grave , Serene and brave , With unremitting breath Inhaling life from death , Thine epitaph writ fair in fruitage elo- quent , Thyself thy monument . As poets should Thou hast built up ...
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Southern Writers Biographical and Critical Studies, 2 tomas William Malone Baskervill Peržiūra negalima - 2015 |
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Populiarios ištraukos
278 psl. - Out of the hills of Habersham, Down the valleys of Hall, I hurry amain to reach the plain, Run the rapid and leap the fall, Split at the rock and together again, Accept my bed, or narrow or wide, And flee from folly on every side With a lover's pain to attain the plain Far from the hills of Habersham, Far from the valleys of Hall. All down the hills of Habersham, All through the valleys of Hall, The rushes cried Abide, abide...
296 psl. - Will break as a bubble o'er-blown in a dream, Yon dome of too-tenuous tissues of space and of night, Over-weighted with stars, over-freighted with light, Over-sated with beauty and silence, will seem But a bubble that broke in a dream, If a bound of degree to this grace be laid, Or a sound or a motion made.
294 psl. - Of the scythe of time and the trowel of trade is low, And belief overmasters doubt, and I know that I know, And my spirit is grown to a lordly great compass within, That the length and the breadth and the sweep of the marshes of Glynn...
295 psl. - The skies Shine scant with one forked galaxy, The marsh brags ten : looped on his breast they lie. Oh, what if a sound should be made ! Oh, what if a bound should be laid To this bow-and-string tension of beauty and silence a-spring. To the bend of beauty the bow, or the hold of silence the string ! I fear me, I fear me yon dome of diaphanous gleam Will break as a bubble o'er-blown in a dream...
294 psl. - As the marsh-hen secretly builds on the watery sod, Behold I will build me a nest on the greatness of God ; I will fly in the greatness of God as the marshhen flies In the freedom that fills all the space 'twixt the marsh and the skies: By so many roots as the marsh-grass sends in the sod I will heartily lay me a-hold on the greatness of God...
288 psl. - We sieve mine-meshes under the hills, And thieve much gold from the Devil's bank tills, To relieve, O God, what manner of ills? The beasts, they hunger, and eat, and die; And so do we, and the world's a sty; Hush, fellow-swine: why nuzzle and cry? Swinehood hath no remedy Say many men, and hasten by, Clamping the nose and blinking the eye.
279 psl. - INTO the woods my Master went, Clean forspent, forspent. Into the woods my Master came, Forspent with love and shame. But the olives they were not blind to Him, The little gray leaves were kind to Him: The thorn-tree had a mind to Him When into the woods He came.
294 psl. - Ye marshes, how candid and simple and nothing-withholding and free Ye publish yourselves to the sky and offer yourselves to the sea! Tolerant plains, that suffer the sea and the rains and the sun, Ye spread and span like the catholic man who hath mightily won God out of knowledge and good out of infinite pain And sight out of blindness and purity out of a stain.
278 psl. - The dewberry dipped for to work delay, And the little reeds sighed Abide, abide. Here in the hills of Habersham, Here in the valleys of Hall.
264 psl. - If that our eyes might sometimes see Men maids in purity, Fair Lady? Shall Trade aye salve his conscience-aches With jibes at Chivalry's old mistakes The wars that o'erhot knighthood makes For Christ's and ladies