The Road to Xanadu: A Study in the Ways of the ImaginationHoughton Mifflin, 1927 - 639 pages |
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The Road to Xanadu: A Study in the Ways of the Imagination John Livingston Lowes Affichage du livre entier - 1927 |
The Road to Xanadu: A Study in the Ways of the Imagination John Livingston Lowes Affichage du livre entier - 1927 |
The Road to Xanadu: A Study in the Ways of the Imagination John Livingston Lowes Affichage du livre entier - 1927 |
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Page 408 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome ! those caves of ice I And all who heard should see them there, And all should cry,
Page 152 - Fear not: for I am with thee: I will bring thy seed from the east, and gather thee from the west; I will say to the north, Give up; and to the south, Keep not back: bring my sons from far, and my daughters from the ends of the earth...
Page 566 - A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky Lay like a load on my weary eye, And the dead were at my feet.
Page 210 - With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, We could nor laugh nor wail; Through utter drought all dumb we stood ; I bit my arm, I sucked the blood, And cried, A sail ! a sail ! With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, Agape they heard me call ; Gramercy ! they for joy did grin, And all at once their breath drew in, As they were drinking all. See ! see ! I cried, she tacks no more Hither to work us weal, Without a breeze, without a tide, She steadies with upright keel...
Page 598 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Page 250 - Lyrical Ballads; in which it was agreed that my endeavours should be directed to persons and characters supernatural, or at least romantic; yet so as to transfer from our inward nature a human interest and a semblance of truth sufficient to procure for these shadows of imagination that willing suspension of disbelief for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.
Page 251 - By thy long grey beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me? 'The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set: May'st hear the merry din.
Page 387 - Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail, Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher's flail: And 'mid these dancing rocks at once and ever It flung up momently the sacred river. Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean: And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war...
Page 276 - See! (I cried) she tacks no more! Hither to work us weal ; Without a breeze, without a tide, She steadies with upright keel! The western wave was all a-flame. The day was well-nigh done ! Almost upon the western wave Rested the broad bright Sun; When that strange shape drove suddenly Betwixt us and the Sun.
Page 185 - And soon I heard a roaring wind, It did not come anear ; But with its sound it shook the sails That were so thin and sere. The upper air burst into life, And a hundred fire-flags sheen, To and fro they were hurried about ; And to and fro, and in and out The wan stars danced between.