The Poetry of Life, Volumul 1Carey, Lea, and Blanchard, 1835 |
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Pagina 31
... - now and then a white cloud sails along the field of azure , its misty form marked out in momentary darkness on the sea below , like the passing shadow of an angel's wings ; while far , far in the distance , POETICAL SUBJECTS . 31.
... - now and then a white cloud sails along the field of azure , its misty form marked out in momentary darkness on the sea below , like the passing shadow of an angel's wings ; while far , far in the distance , POETICAL SUBJECTS . 31.
Pagina 58
... field so wide and fertile , that to select suitable mate- rials for examination appears the only diffi- culty . All our most powerful and sublime ideas are common to mankind in a civilized state , and arise in the minds of countless mul ...
... field so wide and fertile , that to select suitable mate- rials for examination appears the only diffi- culty . All our most powerful and sublime ideas are common to mankind in a civilized state , and arise in the minds of countless mul ...
Pagina 81
... field , how they grow . They toil not , neither do they spin , and yet I say unto you , that Solomon in all his glory , was not arrayed like one of these . " From the little common flower called heart's ease , we turn to that well known ...
... field , how they grow . They toil not , neither do they spin , and yet I say unto you , that Solomon in all his glory , was not arrayed like one of these . " From the little common flower called heart's ease , we turn to that well known ...
Pagina 82
... fields , forests , and even over rugged mountains , we might wander on in this fanciful quest after remote ideas of pleasurable sensation connected with present beauty and enjoyment ; nor would our search be fruitless so long as the ...
... fields , forests , and even over rugged mountains , we might wander on in this fanciful quest after remote ideas of pleasurable sensation connected with present beauty and enjoyment ; nor would our search be fruitless so long as the ...
Pagina 96
... like them , we could be content with a rich pas- ture as the bound of our ambition - like them live , die , and be forgotten . The dreamy si- lence of those low damp fields increases our melancholy , 96 THE POETRY OF LIFE .
... like them , we could be content with a rich pas- ture as the bound of our ambition - like them live , die , and be forgotten . The dreamy si- lence of those low damp fields increases our melancholy , 96 THE POETRY OF LIFE .
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admiration affections amongst animal artist asso associations beauty behold beneath birds bosom boughs brow burlesque capable character charm choly colour dark deep delight earth enjoyment evanescent excitement exquisite familiar fancy flowers gale gaze genius gratification hand happiness harmony heart heaven human ideas imagination impressions intel intellectual Irish labour language less light listen living look Lord Byron lyre mankind marble beauties melan melancholy melody mind minstrel misanthropy moon mountain mysterious nature neral night object ocean painter painting passions pathos peculiar perfect perhaps perpetual picture pleasure poet poet's poetic feeling poetry present principle racter refined repose rience rook SARAH STICKNEY scarcely scene sensations shadow shore silent smile solemn soul sound spirit spring stream striking sublime sweet symbo taste tempest tenderness things thou thought tion touching trees voice wandering waves weary weeping willow wild wind wings woods words
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Pagina 307 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Pagina 302 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Pagina 319 - Nor second he that rode sublime Upon the seraph-wings of Ecstasy, The secrets of th' abyss to spy. He passed the flaming bounds of Place and Time: The living throne, the sapphire blaze, Where angels tremble while they gaze, He saw; but, blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night.
Pagina 335 - men would praise the LORD for his goodness, and for his wonderful works to the children of men! 9 For he satisfieth the longing soul, and filleth the hungry soul with goodness.
Pagina 330 - And he will be a wild man ; his hand will be against every man, and every man's hand against him ; and he shall dwell in the presence of all his brethren.
Pagina 163 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we...
Pagina 331 - He made darkness his secret place ; his pavilion round about him were dark waters and thick clouds of the skies.
Pagina 306 - How beautiful is night ! A dewy freshness fills the silent air, No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven : In full-orbed glory yonder moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths.
Pagina 146 - Now came still evening on, and twilight grey Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung , Silence was...