The Oral Study of LiteratureKnopf, 1923 - 431 стор. |
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... fair creature of an hour " or how the ideas called up about her are summoned because of her transientness and fragility . What existed to the student before merely as a filling in of the sonnet form , more or less good , now becomes the ...
... fair creature of an hour " or how the ideas called up about her are summoned because of her transientness and fragility . What existed to the student before merely as a filling in of the sonnet form , more or less good , now becomes the ...
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... fair , Is like a bubble blown up in the air By sporting children's breath , Who chase it everywhere And strive who can most motion it bequeath . And though it sometimes seem of its own might Like to an eye of gold to be fix'd there ...
... fair , Is like a bubble blown up in the air By sporting children's breath , Who chase it everywhere And strive who can most motion it bequeath . And though it sometimes seem of its own might Like to an eye of gold to be fix'd there ...
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... fair , Some little while For some light laughter in the sun ; and lo , The journey's end , - Grey road , grey fields , wind and a bitter rain . * By permission of The Roycrofters . † From Verse , published by Alfred A. Knopf . ADELAIDE ...
... fair , Some little while For some light laughter in the sun ; and lo , The journey's end , - Grey road , grey fields , wind and a bitter rain . * By permission of The Roycrofters . † From Verse , published by Alfred A. Knopf . ADELAIDE ...
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... fair : Give me but what this ribband bound , Take all the rest the Sun goes round . EDMUND WALLER AND did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's moun- tains green ? And was the holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant pas- tures ...
... fair : Give me but what this ribband bound , Take all the rest the Sun goes round . EDMUND WALLER AND did those feet in ancient time Walk upon England's moun- tains green ? And was the holy Lamb of God On England's pleasant pas- tures ...
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... fair , Or the green corners of the earth , Or the blue regions of the air Where the melodious winds have birth ; Whether on crystal rocks ye rove , Beneath the bosom of the sea Wandering in many a coral grove , Fair Nine , forsaking ...
... fair , Or the green corners of the earth , Or the blue regions of the air Where the melodious winds have birth ; Whether on crystal rocks ye rove , Beneath the bosom of the sea Wandering in many a coral grove , Fair Nine , forsaking ...
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A. C. SWINBURNE ALFRED LORD TENNYSON ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH beauty breath Cæsar Camelot CLARENCE Day dark dead dear death deep divine doth dream earth eternal eyes face fair fear feel flowers give glory gone grow H. L. MENCKEN hand happy hath hear heart heaven hope human immortal king Knopf Lady of Shalott leaves LEO TOLSTOI liberty light live look LORD Lycidas man's MATTHEW ARNOLD means mind moral morning nature never night o'er once oral pain passion permission of Charles poets poor published by Alfred reader rest ROBERT BROWNING round silent sing sleep smile song soul speak spirit stand stars student sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought tion truth virtue voice wild WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind words youth
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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.