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... POEMS . By Davidson Cook Keats and the GOLDEN Ass . ' By Professor B. Ifor Evans The Time - Scheme of the First Series of Shakespeare's Sonnets . By J. A. Fort 209 221 229 . 238 • · 248 263 272 280 289 BELZONI : STRONG MAN ' AND ...
... POEMS . By Davidson Cook Keats and the GOLDEN Ass . ' By Professor B. Ifor Evans The Time - Scheme of the First Series of Shakespeare's Sonnets . By J. A. Fort 209 221 229 . 238 • · 248 263 272 280 289 BELZONI : STRONG MAN ' AND ...
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... poems couched in this new Scots are strangely unequal , in that their matériel falls somewhat short of the enthusiasm which inspired them . But no poetry for a century and a half has reflected so much of the authentic Scotland as the poems ...
... poems couched in this new Scots are strangely unequal , in that their matériel falls somewhat short of the enthusiasm which inspired them . But no poetry for a century and a half has reflected so much of the authentic Scotland as the poems ...
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... Poems and Lyrics and Poems have approved him a true lyricist . His work records subtle and memorable spiritual experiences , and has unquestionably a Caledonian habit , although it is greatly larger in scope and suggestion than the work ...
... Poems and Lyrics and Poems have approved him a true lyricist . His work records subtle and memorable spiritual experiences , and has unquestionably a Caledonian habit , although it is greatly larger in scope and suggestion than the work ...
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... Poems of Mr. Thomas Sharp , especially his Fallen Knight ' and the melodious ' Lament of the Leaves , ' with its refrain : Pity us leaves that we fall unceasingly . One by one we drop with never a sound . O that our day were as thine ...
... Poems of Mr. Thomas Sharp , especially his Fallen Knight ' and the melodious ' Lament of the Leaves , ' with its refrain : Pity us leaves that we fall unceasingly . One by one we drop with never a sound . O that our day were as thine ...
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... poems we seem to discern the very process of transmutation going on beneath our eyes . The form , and an occasional classic severity , may seem to deny it , but the spirit of much of her work has the threnodic note of the ballad ...
... poems we seem to discern the very process of transmutation going on beneath our eyes . The form , and an occasional classic severity , may seem to deny it , but the spirit of much of her work has the threnodic note of the ballad ...
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Page 263 - I am certain of nothing but of the holiness of the Heart's affections and the truth of Imagination — What the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth — whether it existed before or not...
Page 269 - She dwells with Beauty — Beauty that must die; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu; and aching Pleasure nigh, Turning to poison while the bee-mouth sips: Ay, in the very temple of Delight Veil'd Melancholy has her sovran shrine...
Page 268 - In some untrodden region of my mind, Where branched thoughts, new grown with pleasant pain, Instead of pines shall murmur in the wind: Far, far around shall those dark-cluster'd trees Fledge the wild-ridged mountains steep by steep ; And there by zephyrs...
Page 145 - For what hath man of all his labour, and of the vexation of his heart, wherein he hath laboured under the sun? "For all his days are sorrows, and his travail grief; yea, his heart taketh not rest in the night. This is also vanity.
Page 268 - With buds, and bells, and stars without a name, With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign, Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same: And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win, A bright torch, and a casement ope at night, To let the warm Love in!
Page 258 - Vain are the thousand creeds That move men's hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main...
Page 281 - Yet are thy skies as blue, thy crags as wild ; Sweet are thy groves, and verdant are thy fields, Thine olive ripe as when Minerva smiled And still his...
Page 581 - Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning The close of our day, the calm eve of our night : — Give me back, give me back the wild freshness of Morning, Her clouds and her tears are worth Evening's best light.
Page 419 - France is alone; and God is alone; and what is my loneliness before the loneliness of my country and my God? I see now that the loneliness of God is His strength: what would He be if He listened to your jealous little counsels? Well, my loneliness shall be my strength too: it is better to be alone with God: His friendship will not fail me, nor His counsel, nor His love. In His strength I will dare, and dare, and dare, until I die.
Page 283 - As when a painter, poring on a face, Divinely through all hindrance finds the man Behind it, and so paints him that his face, The shape and colour of a mind and life, Lives for his children, ever at its best...