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... POETS SELECTED WITH AN INTRODUCTION 11 BY J. DOVER WILSON , LITT . D. Professor of Education in the University of London , King's College CAMBRIDGE AT THE UNIVERSITY PRESS PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN SIXTEE PREFACE IXTEEN years ago two ...
... POETS SELECTED WITH AN INTRODUCTION 11 BY J. DOVER WILSON , LITT . D. Professor of Education in the University of London , King's College CAMBRIDGE AT THE UNIVERSITY PRESS PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN SIXTEE PREFACE IXTEEN years ago two ...
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... poets of the period . The editor was , indeed , himself surprised , when he began to make his selection , to find how large a proportion of what is really first - rate in Wordsworth , Coleridge , Shelley and Keats could be brought ...
... poets of the period . The editor was , indeed , himself surprised , when he began to make his selection , to find how large a proportion of what is really first - rate in Wordsworth , Coleridge , Shelley and Keats could be brought ...
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... poet's engagement to Fanny Brawne . Should this volume prove useful to the public for which it is intended , it will be followed up by a second anthology dealing with other poets of the age , such as Scott , Blake , Cowper , Crabbe and ...
... poet's engagement to Fanny Brawne . Should this volume prove useful to the public for which it is intended , it will be followed up by a second anthology dealing with other poets of the age , such as Scott , Blake , Cowper , Crabbe and ...
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... poets whose work is represented in this volume are commonly regarded as leaders of a movement which we call the Romantic Revival when we think of it as a return to the poetry of the Elizabethans and the Middle Ages , or the Romantic ...
... poets whose work is represented in this volume are commonly regarded as leaders of a movement which we call the Romantic Revival when we think of it as a return to the poetry of the Elizabethans and the Middle Ages , or the Romantic ...
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... poets of the movement worked under its direct influence . The Augustan poets , again , living in London had been cosmopolitan in their sympathies . The mark of the new poetry , which turned in disgust from city life , was its interest ...
... poets of the movement worked under its direct influence . The Augustan poets , again , living in London had been cosmopolitan in their sympathies . The mark of the new poetry , which turned in disgust from city life , was its interest ...
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Page 53 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath passed away a glory from the earth.
Page 18 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Page 88 - Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head ; Because he knows, a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Page 39 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Page 78 - The Sun now rose upon the right: Out of the sea came he, Still hid in mist, and on the left Went down into the sea. " And the good south wind still blew behind, But no sweet bird did follow, Nor any day for food or play Came to the mariners
Page 93 - I pass, like night, from land to land; I have strange power of speech; That moment that his face I see, I know the man that must hear me: To him my tale I teach.
Page 80 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot : O Christ ! That ever this should be ! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea.
Page 9 - The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings. Therefore let the moon Shine on thee in thy solitary walk; And let the misty mountain-winds be free To blow against thee...
Page 175 - Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion, This pilot is guiding me, Lured by the love of the genii that move In the depths of the purple sea; Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills, 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.
Page 89 - The harbour-bay was clear as glass, So smoothly it was strewn! And on the bay the moonlight lay, And the shadow of the Moon. The rock shone bright, the kirk no less, That stands above the rock: The moonlight steeped in silentness The steady weathercock. And the bay was white with silent light, Till rising from the same, Full many shapes, that shadows were, In crimson colours came.