Poet Lore, Volume 15AMS Reprint, 1904 |
Altre edizioni - Visualizza tutto
Parole e frasi comuni
ALYSOUN artistic Bayreuth beauty bird Caliban character Coriolanus dear death drama dream eyes face father Faust feel fire flowers genius George give Gorki Gradeniga Guido Haffke Hamlet hand happy hear heart heaven Hervieu human Iacobella Icelandic Indian Julius Cæsar kiss lark laugh light literature live look lyric Macbeth Marco Marikke matter Midsummer Night's Dream Miss O'Neil morning Murasaki Shikibu Nance O'Neil nature never night once Orseola Pantea papa Parsifal pastor Pentella perhaps Pisa play Plötz poem poet poetic poetry Prinz Prinzivalle prose Pyramus and Thisbe Queries for Discussion Santa Maura scene seems Shakespeare sing Sir Launfal smile song soul speak spirit stanza story strange sweet tell thee thing thou thought translation Trude truth turn Vanna Vedio verse Vogelreuter voice woman words write
Brani popolari
Pagina 93 - For so have I seen a lark rising from his bed of grass, and soaring upwards, singing as he rises, and hopes to get to heaven and climb above the clouds ; but the poor bird was beaten back with the loud sighings of an eastern wind, and his motion made irregular and inconstant, descending more at every breath of the tempest, than it could recover by the libration and...
Pagina 93 - To hear the lark begin his flight And singing startle the dull night From his watch-tower in the skies, Till the dappled dawn doth rise...
Pagina 114 - This world's no blot for us, Nor blank; it means intensely, and means good: To find its meaning is my meat and drink.
Pagina 105 - This supernatural soliciting Cannot be ill, cannot be good : if ill, Why hath it given me earnest of success, Commencing in a truth ? I am thane of Cawdor : If good, why do I yield to that suggestion...
Pagina 102 - Yet do I fear thy nature ; It is too full o' the milk of human kindness To catch the nearest way.
Pagina 101 - A FAREWELL. My fairest child, I have no song to give you ; No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray : Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you For every day. Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever ; Do noble things, not dream them, all day long : And so make life, death, and that vast for-ever One grand, sweet song.
Pagina 97 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear: If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, • Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
Pagina 115 - No spirit feels waste, Not a muscle is stopped in its playing nor sinew unbraced. Oh. the wild joys of living ! the leaping from rock up to rock...
Pagina 111 - The plot (if I may give that name to anything so slight) of the following poem is my own, and, to serve its purposes, I have enlarged the circle of competition in search of the miraculous cup in such a manner as to include not only other persons than the heroes of the Round Table, but also a period of time subsequent to the date of King Arthur's reign.
Pagina 125 - And knew not until the flood came, and took them all away; so shall also the coming of the Son of man be. Then shall two be in the field; the one shall be taken, and the other left.