A Study of Shelley: With Special Reference to His Nature Poetry ...W. Briggs, 1899 - 155 lappuses |
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7. lappuse
... do not now much regard it . I have other things to think of . " " ( " Life of Shelley , " I. 168. ) Contrast with these letters those which he wrote from Keswick after his marriage . ( Letters of Nov. and Dec. -EXTANT CRITICISM.
... do not now much regard it . I have other things to think of . " " ( " Life of Shelley , " I. 168. ) Contrast with these letters those which he wrote from Keswick after his marriage . ( Letters of Nov. and Dec. -EXTANT CRITICISM.
8. lappuse
... things dull and lifeless to the sight and touch the qualities of individual existence ; the marvellous keenness of insight with which he pierced beneath even the refinements of thought , and evolved new materials of wonder and delight ...
... things dull and lifeless to the sight and touch the qualities of individual existence ; the marvellous keenness of insight with which he pierced beneath even the refinements of thought , and evolved new materials of wonder and delight ...
11. lappuse
... things in Nature with astonishing individuality . When he wrote of the Cloud , or of Arethusa , or of the Moon , or of the Earth , as distinct existences , he was not led away from their solitary personality by any universal existence ...
... things in Nature with astonishing individuality . When he wrote of the Cloud , or of Arethusa , or of the Moon , or of the Earth , as distinct existences , he was not led away from their solitary personality by any universal existence ...
12. lappuse
... things than Wordsworth made his birds and clouds . Strip off the imaginative clothing from ' The Cloud , ' and science will support every word of it . Let the sky - lark sing , let the flowers grow , for their own joy alone . In truth ...
... things than Wordsworth made his birds and clouds . Strip off the imaginative clothing from ' The Cloud , ' and science will support every word of it . Let the sky - lark sing , let the flowers grow , for their own joy alone . In truth ...
18. lappuse
... things of nature on which Macaulay has commented in his brilliant manner . Power . Lack of Human Feeling . " We must not look in his landscape for human feeling interfused as in Coleridge's , for the chord of true passion , or of the ...
... things of nature on which Macaulay has commented in his brilliant manner . Power . Lack of Human Feeling . " We must not look in his landscape for human feeling interfused as in Coleridge's , for the chord of true passion , or of the ...
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A Study of Shelley: With Special Reference to His Nature Poetry Pelham Edgar Priekšskatījums nav pieejams - 1969 |
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87. lappuse - mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean.
73. lappuse - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear Until we hardly see we feel that it is there...
100. lappuse - Over the lakes and the plains, Wherever he dream , under mountain or stream, The Spirit he loves remains; And I all the while bask in heaven's blue smile, Whilst he is dissolving in rains. The sanguine sunrise, with his meteor eyes, And his burning plumes outspread, Leaps on the back of my sailing rack, When the morning star shines dead.
13. lappuse - Topples o'er the abandoned sea As the tides change sullenly. The fisher on his watery way, Wandering at the close of day, Will spread his sail and seize his oar Till he pass the gloomy shore, Lest thy dead should, from their sleep Bursting o'er the starlight deep, Lead a rapid masque of death O'er the waters of his path.
45. lappuse - And a cold glare, intenser than the noon, But icy cold, obscured with blinding light The sun, as he the stars. Like the young moon When on the sunlit limits of the night Her white shell trembles amid crimson air, And whilst the sleeping tempest gathers might, Doth, as the herald of its coming, bear The ghost of its dead mother, whose dim form Bends in dark ether from her infant's chair...
85. lappuse - From all the blasts of heaven thou hast descended : Yes, like a spirit, like a thought, which makes Unwonted tears throng to the horny eyes, And beatings haunt the desolated heart, Which should have learnt repose: thou hast descended Cradled in tempests; thou dost wake, O Spring!
112. lappuse - So knew I in that light's severe excess The presence of that Shape which on the stream Moved, as I moved along the wilderness, More dimly than a day-appearing dream...
131. lappuse - May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high, Are each paved with the moon and these.
65. lappuse - The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark - now glittering - now reflecting gloom Now lending splendour, where from secret springs The source of human thought its tribute brings Of waters...
89. lappuse - The splendours of the firmament of time May be eclipsed, but are extinguished not ; Like stars to their appointed height they climb And death is a low mist which cannot blot The brightness it may veil. When lofty thought Lifts a young heart above its mortal lair, And love and life contend in it, for what Shall be its earthly doom, the dead live there And move like winds of light on dark and stormy air.