| Jonathan F. S. Post - Literary Criticism - 2002 - 316 pages
...woman with a veil, at least in the diction, which reaches its climax at its simplest and most moving: Her face was veiled, yet to my fancied sight, Love,...shined So clear, as in no face with more delight. But O as to embrace me she inclined I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night. The metaphor is not... | |
| Jonathan F. S. Post - Literary Criticism - 2002 - 316 pages
...woman with a veil, at least in the diction, which reaches its climax at its simplest and most moving: Her face was veiled, yet to my fancied sight, Love, sweetness, goodness in her person shincd So clear, as in no face with more delight. But O as to embrace me she inclined I waked, she... | |
| John Milton - English literature - 2003 - 1012 pages
...restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind:0 Her face was veiled, yet to my fancied sight,0 10 Love, sweetness, goodness in her person shined So clear, as in no face with more delight. But O as to embrace me she inclined0 I waked, she fled, and day brought back my night. (83) The Fifth Ode... | |
| Donald T. Blume - Literary Collections - 2004 - 426 pages
...late espoused saint brought to me, like Alcestis, from the grave;" and it ends with telling how she Came vested all in white, pure as her mind; Her face...I waked; she fled; and day brought back my night! The dying poet, Heinrich Heine, lay paralyzed, blind and bedridden in an obscure lodging of the rue... | |
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