Literary Studies of Poems, New and Old

כריכה קדמית
G. Bell and son, 1902 - 170 עמודים

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עמודים נבחרים

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קטעים בולטים

עמוד 143 - Ye Ice-falls! ye that from the mountain's brow Adown enormous ravines slope amain,—- Torrents, methinks, that heard a mighty Voice, And stopped at once amid their maddest plunge! Motionless torrents! Silent cataracts! Who made you glorious as the Gates of Heaven, Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows ? Who, with living flowers Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet?— God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God!
עמוד 119 - Truth is within ourselves ; it takes no rise From outward things, whate'er you may believe. There is an inmost centre in us all, Where truth abides in fulness ; and around, Wall upon wall, the gross flesh hems it in, This perfect, clear perception — which is truth.
עמוד 102 - All we have willed, or hoped or dreamed of good shall exist; Not its semblance, but itself; no beauty, nor good, nor power Whose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the melodist When eternity affirms the conception of an hour.
עמוד 45 - Commander ; he, above the rest In shape and gesture proudly eminent, Stood like a tower ; his form had yet not lost All her original brightness, nor appeared Less than Archangel ruined, and the excess Of glory obscured...
עמוד 91 - Tis the weakness in strength, that I cry for! my flesh, that I seek In the Godhead!
עמוד 57 - Why have my sisters husbands, if they say They love you all? Haply, when I shall wed, That lord whose hand must take my plight shall carry Half my love with him, half my care and duty. Sure I shall never marry like my sisters, To love my father all.
עמוד 67 - I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
עמוד 105 - And what is our failure here but a triumph's evidence For the fulness of the days? Have we withered or agonized? Why else was the pause prolonged but that singing might issue thence? Why rushed the discords in but that harmony should be prized?
עמוד 100 - And another would mount and march, like the excellent minion he was, Ay, another and yet another, one crowd but with many a crest, Raising my rampired walls of gold as transparent as glass, Eager to do and die, yield each his place to the rest...
עמוד 101 - Meteor-moons, balls of blaze: and they did not pale nor pine, For earth had attained to heaven, there was no more near nor far.

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