Afternoons with the PoetsHarper & brothers, 1879 - 320 pagini |
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... Arnold . - Thomas B. Aldrich . - David M. Moir . - Rob- ert Buchanan . — Henry Alford . Sydney Dobell . - Edgar A. Poe . Oliver W. Holmes . - Charles T. Turner . - Blanco White 261 - .. , First Afternoon . : I. THE Professor vi Contents .
... Arnold . - Thomas B. Aldrich . - David M. Moir . - Rob- ert Buchanan . — Henry Alford . Sydney Dobell . - Edgar A. Poe . Oliver W. Holmes . - Charles T. Turner . - Blanco White 261 - .. , First Afternoon . : I. THE Professor vi Contents .
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Charles Dunham Deshler. - .. , First Afternoon . : I. THE Professor was enjoying his vacation hugely .
Charles Dunham Deshler. - .. , First Afternoon . : I. THE Professor was enjoying his vacation hugely .
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Charles Dunham Deshler. : I. THE Professor was enjoying his vacation hugely . He was lying lazily at full length in the shade of an oak , his head rest- ing on an armful of newly - mown hay , his knees towering aloft like miniature ...
Charles Dunham Deshler. : I. THE Professor was enjoying his vacation hugely . He was lying lazily at full length in the shade of an oak , his head rest- ing on an armful of newly - mown hay , his knees towering aloft like miniature ...
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... professor to dodge an inconvenient question . Remember , old fellow , that , if I am six weeks your junior , I am not a freshman , nor is this fine old oak your drowsy class - room . " " Cultivate the virtue of patience , my dear boy ...
... professor to dodge an inconvenient question . Remember , old fellow , that , if I am six weeks your junior , I am not a freshman , nor is this fine old oak your drowsy class - room . " " Cultivate the virtue of patience , my dear boy ...
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... professor ! " I exclaimed . Wordsworth call the sonnet a Thing , with a mystery - inspir- ing capital letter , too ; especially while yet under the overpow- ering influence of the grand echoes of the dying swell of the Trumpet with ...
... professor ! " I exclaimed . Wordsworth call the sonnet a Thing , with a mystery - inspir- ing capital letter , too ; especially while yet under the overpow- ering influence of the grand echoes of the dying swell of the Trumpet with ...
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Pagina 162 - Hast reared God's trophies, and his work pursued ; While Darwen stream, with blood of Scots imbrued, And Dunbar field, resounds thy praises loud, And Worcester's laureate wreath...
Pagina 72 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth "s unknown, although his height be taken.
Pagina 73 - Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul Of the wide world, dreaming on things to come, Can yet the lease of my true love control, Suppos'd as forfeit to a confin'd doom.
Pagina 172 - In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire : The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas ! for other notes repine ; A different object do these eyes require ; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine ; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire...
Pagina 106 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain.
Pagina 163 - O'er all the Italian fields, where still doth sway The triple tyrant ; that from these may grow A hundredfold, who, having learnt thy way, Early may fly the Babylonian woe.
Pagina 70 - When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought, And with old woes new wail my dear time's •waste...
Pagina 164 - WHEN I consider how my light is spent, Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one Talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true account, lest He returning chide, "Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?
Pagina 227 - Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert. // Near them, on the sand, / Half sunk, / a shattered visage lies, / whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, / Tell that its sculptor / well those passions read / Which yet survive, / stamped on these lifeless things, / The hand that mocked them, / and the heart that fed: // And on the pedestal / these words appear: // "My...
Pagina 310 - Mysterious Night ! when our first Parent knew Thee from report divine, and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame, This glorious canopy of light and blue ? Yet 'neath a curtain of translucent dew, Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus with the host of heaven came; And lo, Creation widened in man's view.