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עמוד 31
... muse I took my first lesson . * * * With a look , it seem'd denied All earthly powers but hers , yet so As if to her breath he did owe This borrow'd life , he thus replied— And shall our love , so far beyond That low and dying appetite ...
... muse I took my first lesson . * * * With a look , it seem'd denied All earthly powers but hers , yet so As if to her breath he did owe This borrow'd life , he thus replied— And shall our love , so far beyond That low and dying appetite ...
עמוד 58
... muses were enough for one Greece , and nine poets are enough for one country , even in the nineteenth century . And these nine are " a sacred nine , " who , if not quite equal to Shakspeare , Spenser , and Milton , are fairly initiated ...
... muses were enough for one Greece , and nine poets are enough for one country , even in the nineteenth century . And these nine are " a sacred nine , " who , if not quite equal to Shakspeare , Spenser , and Milton , are fairly initiated ...
עמוד 62
... muse is light of step and free of air , yet not vulgarly free ; she is not a little excited , but it is with quaffing the purest and most sparkling champagne . There is no tem- perance , no chastened harmony in her grief or in her joy ...
... muse is light of step and free of air , yet not vulgarly free ; she is not a little excited , but it is with quaffing the purest and most sparkling champagne . There is no tem- perance , no chastened harmony in her grief or in her joy ...
עמוד 82
... muse of Southey is a beautiful statue of crystal , in whose bosom burns an immortal flame . We hardly admire , as they de- serve , the perfection of the finish , and the elegance of the con- tours , because our attention is so fixed on ...
... muse of Southey is a beautiful statue of crystal , in whose bosom burns an immortal flame . We hardly admire , as they de- serve , the perfection of the finish , and the elegance of the con- tours , because our attention is so fixed on ...
עמוד 92
... muse thee served with thoughtful vow ; And what of hope Elysium could allow Was fondly seized by Sculpture , to restore Peace to the mourner's soul ; but he who wore The crown of thorns around his bleeding brow , Warmed our sad being ...
... muse thee served with thoughtful vow ; And what of hope Elysium could allow Was fondly seized by Sculpture , to restore Peace to the mourner's soul ; but he who wore The crown of thorns around his bleeding brow , Warmed our sad being ...
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קטעים בולטים
עמוד 71 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee '! From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from, thy presence showers a rain of melody.
עמוד 35 - Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness ; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
עמוד 37 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...
עמוד 70 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher, From the earth thou springest, Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
עמוד 73 - Midst others of less note, came one frail Form. A phantom among men; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell...
עמוד 87 - A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear, A stifled, drowsy, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet, no relief, In word, or sigh, or tear O Lady!
עמוד 74 - Round whose rude shaft dark ivy-tresses grew Yet dripping with the forest's noonday dew, Vibrated, as the ever-beating heart Shook the weak hand that grasped it; of that crew He came the last, neglected and apart; A herd-abandoned deer struck by the hunter's dart.
עמוד 74 - A love in desolation masked— a Power Girt round with weakness — it can scarce uplift The weight of the superincumbent hour ; It is a dying lamp, a falling shower, A breaking billow ; — even whilst we speak Is it not broken ? On the withering flower The killing sun smiles brightly ; on a cheek The life can burn in blood, even while the heart may break.
עמוד 88 - To lift the smothering weight from off my breast? It were a vain endeavour, Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
עמוד 75 - The wind, the tempest roaring high, The tumult of a Tropic sky, Might well be dangerous food For him, a Youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of Heaven, And such impetuous blood.