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Stran 86
1 metaphor when he said that " the poet is a light and winged and holy thing , and there is no in- vention in him until he has been inspired and is out of his senses and the mind is no longer in him . " In the hour of inspiration some ...
1 metaphor when he said that " the poet is a light and winged and holy thing , and there is no in- vention in him until he has been inspired and is out of his senses and the mind is no longer in him . " In the hour of inspiration some ...
Mnenja - Napišite recenzijo
Na običajnih mestih nismo našli nobenih recenzij.
Druge izdaje - Prikaži vse
Pogosti izrazi in povedi
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Stran 163 - Spite of this flesh to-day I strove, made head, gained ground upon the whole!" As the bird wings and sings, Let us cry, "All good things Are ours, nor soul helps flesh more, now, than flesh helps soul!
Stran 45 - And so beside the Silent Sea I wait the muffled oar ; No harm from Him can come to me On ocean or on shore. I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air ; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care.
Stran 5 - Thy nightly visits to my chamber made, That thou might'st know me safe and warmly laid...
Stran 49 - They are all gone into the world of light! And I alone sit lingering here ; Their very memory is fair and bright, And my sad thoughts doth clear; It glows and glitters in my cloudy breast, Like stars upon some gloomy grove, Or those faint beams in which this hill is drest After the sun's remove.
Stran 23 - Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa round, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups, That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in.
Stran 169 - O World ! O life ! O time ! On whose last steps I climb, Trembling at that where I had stood before, — When will return the glory of your prime ? No more — oh never more ! Out of the day and night A joy has taken flight ; Fresh Spring, and Summer, and Winter hoar, Move my faint heart with grief, — but with delight No more — oh never more!
Stran 50 - After the sun's remove. I see them walking in an air of glory, Whose light doth trample on my days; My days, which are at best but dull and hoary, Mere glimmering and decays.
Stran 164 - Tis the weakness in strength, that I cry for! my flesh, that I seek In the Godhead! I seek and I find it. O Saul, it shall be A Face like my face that receives thee; a Man like to me, Thou shalt love and be loved by, for ever: a Hand like this hand Shall throw open the gates of new life to thee! See the Christ stand!
Stran 5 - Tis now become a history little known, That once we called the pastoral house our own. Short-lived possession ! But the record fair, That memory keeps of all thy kindness there, Still outlives many a storm, that has effaced A thousand other themes less deeply traced.
Stran 36 - Then, pay the reverence of old days To his dead fame ; Walk backward, with averted gaze. And hide the shame ! THE CHRISTIAN TOURISTS.