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... tell a story , for which kind of art his genius was not well suited the central motive of Laon and Cythna is sur- rounded by so radiant a photosphere of imagery and eloquence that it is difficult to fix our gaze upon it , blinded as we ...
... tell a story , for which kind of art his genius was not well suited the central motive of Laon and Cythna is sur- rounded by so radiant a photosphere of imagery and eloquence that it is difficult to fix our gaze upon it , blinded as we ...
Page 462
... tell the legend of Beatrice Cenci here , is hardly needed . Her father , a monster of vice and cruelty , was bent upon breaking her spirit by imprisonment , torture , and nameless outrage . At last her patience ended ; and finding no ...
... tell the legend of Beatrice Cenci here , is hardly needed . Her father , a monster of vice and cruelty , was bent upon breaking her spirit by imprisonment , torture , and nameless outrage . At last her patience ended ; and finding no ...
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... tell you something thereof . It is an idealized history of my life and feelings . I think one is always in love with something or other ; the error , and I confess it is not easy for spirits cased in flesh and blood to avoid it ...
... tell you something thereof . It is an idealized history of my life and feelings . I think one is always in love with something or other ; the error , and I confess it is not easy for spirits cased in flesh and blood to avoid it ...
Page 568
... tell the whole dreadful truth to the two widowed women , who had spent the last days in an agony of alternate despair and hope at Villa Magni . This duty Trelawny discharged faithfully and firmly . " The next day I prevailed on them ...
... tell the whole dreadful truth to the two widowed women , who had spent the last days in an agony of alternate despair and hope at Villa Magni . This duty Trelawny discharged faithfully and firmly . " The next day I prevailed on them ...
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... tell Marianne she defrauded me of a kiss by not waking me when she went away , and that , as I have no better mode of conveying it , I must take the best , and ask you to pay the debt . When shall I see you again ? Oh , that it might be ...
... tell Marianne she defrauded me of a kiss by not waking me when she went away , and that , as I have no better mode of conveying it , I must take the best , and ask you to pay the debt . When shall I see you again ? Oh , that it might be ...
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Page 501 - His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there All new successions to the forms they wear; Torturing th' unwilling dross that checks its flight To its own likeness, as each mass may bear; And bursting in its beauty and its might From trees and beasts and men into the Heaven's light.
Page 507 - That Light whose smile kindles the Universe, That Beauty in which all things work and move, That Benediction which the eclipsing Curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst; now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
Page 499 - Midst others of less note, came one frail Form. A phantom among men; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell; he, as I guess, Had gazed on Nature's naked loveliness, Actaeon-like, and now he fled astray With feeble steps o'er the world's wilderness, And his own thoughts, along that rugged way, Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey.
Page 501 - He is made one with Nature. There is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird : He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own, Which wields the world with never wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above. XLIII. He is a portion of the loveliness Which once he made more lovely : he doth bear His part, while...
Page 511 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Page 505 - Go thou to Rome, — at once the Paradise, The grave, the city, and the wilderness ; And where its wrecks like shattered mountains rise, And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead, A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread.
Page 403 - ... when composition begins, inspiration is already on the decline, and the most glorious poetry that has ever been communicated to the world is probably a feeble shadow of the original conceptions of the poet.
Page 402 - Poetry is indeed something divine. It is at once the centre and circumference of knowledge ; it is that which comprehends all science, and that to which all science must be referred. It is at the same time the root and blossom of all other systems of thought...
Page 526 - Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee ! Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night — Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon!
Page 526 - Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night — Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon ! 1821.