The Oral Study of LiteratureKnopf, 1923 - 431 стор. |
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... soul of things , to depersonalize man - this is the dominant drift of our epoch . What is threatened today is moral liberty , conscience , respect for the soul , the very nobility of man . The test of every religious , political or ...
... soul of things , to depersonalize man - this is the dominant drift of our epoch . What is threatened today is moral liberty , conscience , respect for the soul , the very nobility of man . The test of every religious , political or ...
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... soul on Cloe's eyes . Fair Cloe blush'd : frown'd : Euphelia I sung , and gazed ; I play'd , and trembled : And Venus to the Loves around Remark'd how ill we all dis- sembled . MATTHEW PRIOR 64. THE GOOD SIDE OF THE HERD IMPULSE ...
... soul on Cloe's eyes . Fair Cloe blush'd : frown'd : Euphelia I sung , and gazed ; I play'd , and trembled : And Venus to the Loves around Remark'd how ill we all dis- sembled . MATTHEW PRIOR 64. THE GOOD SIDE OF THE HERD IMPULSE ...
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... soul yearning , was And now peace laps her round . Her cabined , ample Spirit , It fluttered and failed for breath . To - night it doth inherit The vasty Hall of Death . MATTHEW ARNOLD 69. UNCONSCIOUS CEREBRATION SAY not that the past ...
... soul yearning , was And now peace laps her round . Her cabined , ample Spirit , It fluttered and failed for breath . To - night it doth inherit The vasty Hall of Death . MATTHEW ARNOLD 69. UNCONSCIOUS CEREBRATION SAY not that the past ...
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... Soul . ANONYMOUS 74. OLD AGE THE seas are quiet when the winds give o'er ; So calm are we when passions are no more . For then we know how vain it was to boast Of fleeting things , so certain to be lost . Clouds of affection from our ...
... Soul . ANONYMOUS 74. OLD AGE THE seas are quiet when the winds give o'er ; So calm are we when passions are no more . For then we know how vain it was to boast Of fleeting things , so certain to be lost . Clouds of affection from our ...
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... soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine ; But might I of Jove's nectar sup , I would not change for thine . I sent thee late a rosy wreath , Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not wither'd be ; But thou ...
... soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine ; But might I of Jove's nectar sup , I would not change for thine . I sent thee late a rosy wreath , Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not wither'd be ; But thou ...
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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.