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Poems, Essays and Opinions: First Series Selections from August 7Th, 1850 ...
Alfred Bate Richards
Náhled není k dispozici. - 2020
angel appearance believe better breath bright charity child cold comes crime cruel dark dead death deep dream dull earth England existence eyes face fall false fancy fate fear feel genius give grave hand hath head heart Heaven hope hour human kind land late latter leaves less light living look Lord lost mean meet memory mind moral morning nature neath never night noble o'er observations once opinion pain pass play poet Police poor present prisoner respectability round seen Shakespeare Sirs sleep smile sorrow soul sound speak spirit step streets tears tell thee things thou thought true truth turn virtue voice wave whilst woman wretch write wrong young
Strana 183 - For whilst, to the shame of slow-endeavouring art, Thy easy numbers flow, and that each heart • Hath, from the leaves of thy unvalued book, Those Delphic lines with deep impression took, Then thou, our fancy of itself bereaving, Dost make us marble, with too much conceiving ; And, so sepulchred in such pomp dost lie, That kings for such a tomb would wish to die.
Strana 209 - Muse, shall not thy sacred vein Afford a present to the Infant God? Hast thou no verse, no hymn, or solemn strain, To welcome Him to this His new abode, Now while the Heaven, by the Sun's team untrod, Hath took no print of the approaching light, And all the spangled host keep watch in squadrons bright?
Strana 183 - What needs my Shakespeare for his honoured bones, The labour of an age in piled stones, Or that his hallowed relics should be hid Under a star-ypointing pyramid? Dear son of memory, great heir of Fame, What need'st thou such weak witness of thy name? Thou in our wonder and astonishment Hast built thyself a livelong monument.
Strana 209 - The lonely mountains o'er And the resounding shore A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament; From haunted spring and dale, Edged with poplar pale, The parting Genius is with sighing sent; With flower-inwoven tresses torn The Nymphs in twilight shade of tangled thickets mourn...
Strana 192 - By observation of affinities In objects where no brotherhood exists To passive minds.
Strana 143 - INTO the Silent Land ! Ah ! who shall lead us thither ? Clouds in the evening sky more darkly gather, And shattered wrecks lie thicker on the strand. Who leads us with a gentle hand Thither, O thither, Into the Silent Land...
Strana 195 - All moveables of wonder, from all parts, Are here — Albinos, painted Indians, Dwarfs, The Horse of knowledge, and the learned Pig, The Stone-eater, the man that swallows fire, Giants, Ventriloquists, the Invisible Girl...
Strana 185 - Why, man, he doth bestride the narrow world, Like a Colossus ; and we petty men Walk under his huge legs, and peep about To find ourselves dishonourable graves.
Strana 209 - It was the winter wild, While the Heaven-born Child All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies ; Nature in awe to Him Had doffed her gaudy trim, With her great Master so to sympathize : It was no season then for her To wanton with the sun, her lusty paramour.