Victorian Poets, Том 1J.R. Osgood, 1875 - 441 стор. |
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... lights will be found scat- tered between such constellations , and each shining with his separate lustre and position . Finally , in re- counting the growth of the new dramatic and ro- mantic schools , under the leadership of Browning ...
... lights will be found scat- tered between such constellations , and each shining with his separate lustre and position . Finally , in re- counting the growth of the new dramatic and ro- mantic schools , under the leadership of Browning ...
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... light of truth is no more An early sonnet by E. A. Poe . at war with religious aspiration than with poetic feel- ing , but in either case with the ancient fables and follies of expression which these sentiments respec- tively have ...
... light of truth is no more An early sonnet by E. A. Poe . at war with religious aspiration than with poetic feel- ing , but in either case with the ancient fables and follies of expression which these sentiments respec- tively have ...
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... light the flames of her imagination at the torch which Science carries with a strong and forward - beckoning hand . 9 While , therefore , there can be no irreconcilable war - A temporary conflict . fare between poetry and science , we ...
... light the flames of her imagination at the torch which Science carries with a strong and forward - beckoning hand . 9 While , therefore , there can be no irreconcilable war - A temporary conflict . fare between poetry and science , we ...
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... light ; the blue sea laughed beyond . Swiftly ascending Heaven's archway the retinue swept on ; all was real , exuberant life and gladness ; the gods were thus in waiting upon humanity , and men were the progeny of the gods . The ...
... light ; the blue sea laughed beyond . Swiftly ascending Heaven's archway the retinue swept on ; all was real , exuberant life and gladness ; the gods were thus in waiting upon humanity , and men were the progeny of the gods . The ...
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... light of spectrum analysis , or test them by the economics of Mill and Bain . The very tendency of modern poetry to wreak its thoughts upon expression , of which Huxley so complains , naturally follows the iconoclastic over- throw of ...
... light of spectrum analysis , or test them by the economics of Mill and Bain . The very tendency of modern poetry to wreak its thoughts upon expression , of which Huxley so complains , naturally follows the iconoclastic over- throw of ...
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Сторінка 194 - The remotest discoveries of the chemist, the botanist, or mineralogist, will be as proper objects of the poet's art as any upon which it can be employed, if the time should ever come when these things shall be familiar to us, and the relations under which they are contemplated by the followers of these respective sciences shall be manifestly and palpably material to us as enjoying and suffering beings.
Сторінка 328 - Hark! where my blossomed pear-tree in the hedge Leans to the field and scatters on the clover Blossoms and dewdrops — at the bent spray's edge That's the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture!
Сторінка 94 - Brimming, and bright, and large ; then sands begin To hem his watery march, and dam his streams, And split his currents; that for many a league The shorn and...
Сторінка 260 - I knew a very wise man so much of Sir Chr — 's sentiment, that he believed if a man were permitted to make all the ballads, he need not care who should make the laws of a nation.
Сторінка 333 - There, in turn I stand with them and praise you— Out of my own self, I dare to phrase it. But the best is when I glide from out them, Cross a step or two of dubious twilight, Come out on the other side, the novel Silent silver lights and darks undreamed of, Where I hush and bless myself with silence.
Сторінка 110 - THE SEA. The Sea ! the Sea ! the open Sea ! The blue, the fresh, the ever free ! Without a mark, without a bound, It runneth the earth's wide regions 'round ; It plays with the clouds ; it mocks the skies ; Or like a cradled creature lies.
Сторінка 329 - Hobbs hints blue, — straight he turtle eats : Nobbs prints blue, — claret crowns his cup : Nokes outdares Stokes in azure feats, — Both gorge. Who fished the murex up ? What porridge had John Keats...
Сторінка 110 - I love (oh! how I love) to ride On the fierce, foaming, bursting tide, When every mad wave drowns the moon, Or whistles aloft his tempest tune, And tells how goeth the world below, And why the south-west blasts do blow. I never was on the dull, tame shore, But I loved the great Sea more and more...
Сторінка 215 - We will return no more ;' And all at once they sang, ' Our island home Is far beyond the wave; we will no longer roam.
Сторінка 387 - When the hounds of spring are on winter's traces, The mother of months in meadow or plain Fills the shadows and windy places With lisp of leaves and ripple of rain ; And the brown bright nightingale amorous Is half assuaged for Itylus, For the Thracian ships and the foreign faces, The tongueless vigil, and all the pain.