PoemsChatto & Windus, 1880 - 154 pagina's |
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aching art thou beauty behold blind blown boundleſs breaſt breathe breeze brow CATULLUS Chrift Chriſt cloſed clouds cold curfe darkneſs defire deſpair Dido dream ENEAS evermore eyes face fade fame fcorn feen fhall fhould fighing filent filver fkies flaſh fleep fmile fnare foft fome foon foul foul's freſh ftand ftars ftill ftir ftorm fummer fweet gaze grey hair heart knew laft laſt leaſt light lips loft lone looſe Mallock moſt mufic muſt mute myſtery night o'er pain pale paſt Pergamus prayer reft Rife riſe roſe ſcorn ſea ſeaſon ſee ſeems ſhall ſhape ſhe ſhore ſkies ſky ſoft ſome ſoul ſparkle ſpirit ſpray ſtars ſtart ſtill ſtorm ſtrange ſtreams ſweet thee theſe things thine thofe thoſe thou twain voice waſh waver waves Whilft whiſper Whofe whoſe wild wind words
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Pagina 145 - ... would entirely fail to convey any idea of the artistic unity, the careful and conscientious sequence of what is evidently the brilliant outcome of much patient thought and study. . . . Enough has now been said to recommend these volumes to any reader who desires something above the usual novel, something which will open up lanes of thought in his own mind, and insensibly introduce a higher standard into his daily life. . . . Here is novelty indeed, as well as originality, and to anyone who can...
Pagina 145 - The great charm of the book lies in the clever and artistic way the dialogue is managed, and the diverse and various expedients by which, whilst the love of thought on every page is hept at a high pitch, it never loses its realistic aspect.
Pagina 135 - If any man shall add unto these things, GOD shall add unto him the plagues that are written in this book : and if any man shall take away from the words of the book of this prophecy, GOD shall take away his part out of the book of life, and out of the holy city, and from the things that are written in this book.
Pagina 49 - WOULD God I were now by the sea, By the winding wet-worn caves. By the ragged rents of the rocks, And that there as a bird I might be White-winged with the sea-skimming flocks ; Where the spray and the breeze blow free O'er the ceaseless mirth of the waves, And dishevel their loose grey locks.
Pagina 135 - God mall add unto him the plagues that are written in this book : and if any man mall take away from the words of the book of this prophecy, God mall take away his part out of the Book of Life, and out of the Holy City, and from the things which are written in this book.
Pagina 145 - ... volumes to any reader who desires something above the usual novel, something which will open up lanes of thought in his own mind, and insensibly introduce a higher standard into his daily life, . . . Here is novelty indeed, as well as originality, and to anyone who can appreciate or understand * The New Republic ,' it cannot fail to be a rare treat."— OBSERVER.
Pagina 145 - ... as a whole, and that disjointed extracts here and there would entirely fail to convey any idea. of the artistic unity, the careful and conscientious sequence of what is evidently the brilliant outcome of much patient thought and study. . . . Enough has now been said to recommend these volumes to any reader who desires something above the usual novel, something which will open up lanes of thought in his own mind, and insensibly introduce a higher standard into his daily life.
Pagina 113 - You, who but yefterday fprang to us, Are we for ever bereft of you ? And is this all that is left of you — One little grave and a pang to us ? June 1878.
Pagina 49 - O'er the ceaseless mirth of the waves, And dishevel their loose gray locks. I would spread my wings to the moist, salt air, And my wide white wings should carry me Lifted up out over the sea, — Carry I heed not where, Somewhither far away, Somewhither far from my hateful home, Where the breast of the breeze is sprinkled with spray, Where the restless deep is maddened with glee ; Over the waves' wild ecstasy, Through the wild blown foam ! w.
Pagina 1 - A CHILD'S LOVE-SONG A BOY'S LOVE-SONG. AND CHILD'S LOVE-SONG. (COMPOSED IN A SWING.) r I %HE breezes are fighing -*- About me, above me! Oh, I fhould be happy, If Celia would love me ! But without Celia's love The breezes may blow And, for all that I care, To the devil may go ! An.