Chapters on the Poets of Ancient GreeceWhittaker & Company, 1841 - 263 Seiten |
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... grief , of the averted father ; -or the poet might , spurning the aid of imitative matter , clothe in words of music the solemn scene , and touch the universal heart of mankind with the collected feelings of the sad assemblage . The ...
... grief , of the averted father ; -or the poet might , spurning the aid of imitative matter , clothe in words of music the solemn scene , and touch the universal heart of mankind with the collected feelings of the sad assemblage . The ...
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... grief and rage is nobly described : his goddess mother comes to comfort him , persuades him to avenge his friend ; and promises him another and a better suit of armour , made by the divine hands of Hephaestus , the heavenly work ...
... grief and rage is nobly described : his goddess mother comes to comfort him , persuades him to avenge his friend ; and promises him another and a better suit of armour , made by the divine hands of Hephaestus , the heavenly work ...
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... grief for his poor father Came on the youth ; the warm tears trickled from him ; With both his hands his purple robe he lifted , And hid his face . This leads to his discovery , and much talk and lamentation takes place over the long ...
... grief for his poor father Came on the youth ; the warm tears trickled from him ; With both his hands his purple robe he lifted , And hid his face . This leads to his discovery , and much talk and lamentation takes place over the long ...
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... from the queen ; Soon will arrive the pleasant hour of slumber , To them to whom the boon of sleep is granted . But for my lot is endless grief apportioned ; Tears are my joy by day ; amidst employments , 66 CHAPTERS ON POETRY.
... from the queen ; Soon will arrive the pleasant hour of slumber , To them to whom the boon of sleep is granted . But for my lot is endless grief apportioned ; Tears are my joy by day ; amidst employments , 66 CHAPTERS ON POETRY.
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... is a hymn to Aphrodita , goddess of love . Light - enthroned , eternal one , Aphrodita , Child of Zeus , deep - counselling , I beseech thee Wordsworth . Not with grief's keen agony , nor with judgments , 72 CHAPTERS ON POETRY .
... is a hymn to Aphrodita , goddess of love . Light - enthroned , eternal one , Aphrodita , Child of Zeus , deep - counselling , I beseech thee Wordsworth . Not with grief's keen agony , nor with judgments , 72 CHAPTERS ON POETRY .
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Seite 245 - Where on the ^Egean shore a city stands, Built nobly, pure the air, and light the soil ; Athens, the eye of Greece, mother of arts And eloquence, native to famous wits Or hospitable, in her sweet recess, City or suburban, studious walks and shades. See there the olive grove of Academe, Plato's retirement, where the Attic bird Trills her thick-warbled notes the summer long; There flowery hill Hymettus, with the sound Of bees...
Seite 186 - Death by force, though pale and faint. Mine, as whom washed from spot of child-bed taint Purification in the Old Law did save, And such as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind.
Seite 244 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Seite 186 - Old Law did save, And such as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
Seite 15 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Seite 246 - Thou dost drink, and dance, and sing, Happier than the happiest king! All the fields which thou dost see, All the plants belong to thee; All that summer hours produce, Fertile made with early juice. Man for thee does sow and plough; Farmer he, and landlord thou!
Seite 50 - I ran it through, even from my boyish days, To the very moment that he bade me tell it : Wherein I spoke of most disastrous chances, Of moving accidents by flood and field ; Of hair-breadth 'scapes i...
Seite 51 - In the afternoon they came unto a land, In which it seemed always afternoon. AH round the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that hath a weary dream. Full-faced above the valley stood the moon ; And like a downward smoke, the slender stream Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem.
Seite 257 - Fresh as the foam, new-bathed in Paphian wells, With rosy slender fingers backward drew From her warm brows and bosom her deep hair Ambrosial, golden round her lucid throat And shoulder: from the violets her light foot Shone rosy-white, and o'er her rounded form Between the shadows of the vine-bunches Floated the glowing sunlights, as she moved.
Seite 223 - O Proserpina, For the flowers now, that frighted thou let'st fall From Dis's waggon ! daffodils, That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty ; violets dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in his strength, a malady Most incident to maids...