The Oral Study of LiteratureKnopf, 1923 - 431 стор. |
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... MATTHEW ARNOLD 69. UNCONSCIOUS CEREBRATION SAY not that the past is dead . Though the Autumn leaves are shed , Though the day's last flush has flown , Though the lute has lost its tone- Still within , unfelt , unseen , Lives the life ...
... MATTHEW ARNOLD 69. UNCONSCIOUS CEREBRATION SAY not that the past is dead . Though the Autumn leaves are shed , Though the day's last flush has flown , Though the lute has lost its tone- Still within , unfelt , unseen , Lives the life ...
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... MATTHEW ARNOLD Lone Daulis , and the high Ce- phissian vale ? Listen , Eugenia— 184. YOUTH NOT A HAPPY PERIOD It is customary to call youth the happy , and age the sad part of life . This would be true if it were the passions that made ...
... MATTHEW ARNOLD Lone Daulis , and the high Ce- phissian vale ? Listen , Eugenia— 184. YOUTH NOT A HAPPY PERIOD It is customary to call youth the happy , and age the sad part of life . This would be true if it were the passions that made ...
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... MATTHEW ARNOLD 200. REVERTING But in spite of this great love he bore John Thornton , which seemed to bespeak the soft civilizing influence , the strain of the primitive which the northland had aroused in him , remained alive and active ...
... MATTHEW ARNOLD 200. REVERTING But in spite of this great love he bore John Thornton , which seemed to bespeak the soft civilizing influence , the strain of the primitive which the northland had aroused in him , remained alive and active ...
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... MATTHEW ARNOLD - Culture and Anarchy 211. COME BACK COME back , come back , across the flying foam , We hear faint far - off voices call us home . Come back , come back ! And whither back and why ? To fan quenched hopes , forsaken ...
... MATTHEW ARNOLD - Culture and Anarchy 211. COME BACK COME back , come back , across the flying foam , We hear faint far - off voices call us home . Come back , come back ! And whither back and why ? To fan quenched hopes , forsaken ...
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... MATTHEW ARNOLD - Sweetness and Light 239. THE USES OF LABOUR There's a fancy some lean to and others hate- That , when this life is ended , begins New work for the soul in another state , Where it strives and gets weary , loses and wins ...
... MATTHEW ARNOLD - Sweetness and Light 239. THE USES OF LABOUR There's a fancy some lean to and others hate- That , when this life is ended , begins New work for the soul in another state , Where it strives and gets weary , loses and wins ...
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Сторінка 100 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Сторінка 322 - Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men. Oh! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Сторінка 400 - We in thought will join your throng Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts today Feel the gladness of the May! What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Сторінка 43 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Сторінка 400 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Сторінка 408 - Neaera's hair ? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
Сторінка 70 - The splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Сторінка 312 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Сторінка 399 - But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part ; Filling from time to time his ' ' humorous stage " With all the Persons, down to palsied Age, That Life brings with her in her equipage ; As if his whole vocation Were endless imitation. Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted...
Сторінка 290 - Yet not to thine eternal resting-place Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, — All in one mighty sepulchre.