Poetry in Song, and Some Other Studies in Literature with a Few Pieces of Verse |
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... eyes to become moist and your mem- ory to wander back to days of old . The feeling within you is a sentiment . It is called aesthetic because of the beauty that is in the object inducing it and because of the beauty POETRY IN SONG ...
... eyes to become moist and your mem- ory to wander back to days of old . The feeling within you is a sentiment . It is called aesthetic because of the beauty that is in the object inducing it and because of the beauty POETRY IN SONG ...
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... eyes closed and hearing with the ears sealed , and feeling things which exist through the will of the poet's genius . Keats expressed the idea in an early poem , “ Lo , I must tell a tale of chivalry , For large white plumes are dancing ...
... eyes closed and hearing with the ears sealed , and feeling things which exist through the will of the poet's genius . Keats expressed the idea in an early poem , “ Lo , I must tell a tale of chivalry , For large white plumes are dancing ...
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... eyes and sail away , And see and hear no more . And sometimes things to bed I take , As prudent sailors have to do ; Perhaps a slice of wedding - cake , Perhaps a toy or two . All night across the dark we steer , But when the day ...
... eyes and sail away , And see and hear no more . And sometimes things to bed I take , As prudent sailors have to do ; Perhaps a slice of wedding - cake , Perhaps a toy or two . All night across the dark we steer , But when the day ...
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... eyes Looks in her face , until she takes her up ? " And there is a fragment of one of Sappho's songs which seems to have been a part of a lullaby : " Hesperus brings all things back Which the daylight made us lack- Brings the sheep and ...
... eyes Looks in her face , until she takes her up ? " And there is a fragment of one of Sappho's songs which seems to have been a part of a lullaby : " Hesperus brings all things back Which the daylight made us lack- Brings the sheep and ...
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... eyes are they , — My springs from out whose shining gray Issue the sweet celestial streams That feed my life's bright Lake of Dreams . " Oval and large and passion - pure And gray and wise and honor - sure ; Soft as a dying violet ...
... eyes are they , — My springs from out whose shining gray Issue the sweet celestial streams That feed my life's bright Lake of Dreams . " Oval and large and passion - pure And gray and wise and honor - sure ; Soft as a dying violet ...
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Page 81 - THE fountains mingle with the river, And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single ; All things by a law divine In one another's being mingle — Why not I with thine?
Page 149 - When he shall hear she died upon his words, The idea of her life shall sweetly creep Into his study of imagination...
Page 71 - 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.
Page 29 - Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crossed the bar.
Page 34 - Wi" thee to reign, wi' thee to reign, The brightest jewel in my crown Wad be my queen, wad be my queen.
Page 98 - Darkling I listen; and, for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath...
Page 80 - Oh lift me from the grass ! I die, I faint, I fail! Let thy love in kisses rain On my lips and eyelids pale. My cheek is cold and white, alas ! My heart beats loud and fast: Oh ! press it close to thine again, Where it will break at last.
Page 29 - Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
Page 100 - And death is a low mist which cannot blot The brightness it may veil. When lofty thought Lifts a young heart above its mortal lair, And love and life contend in it for what Shall be its earthly doom, the dead live there, And move like winds of light on dark and stormy air.
Page 89 - The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.