Poetry and Prose: Being Essays on Modern English PoetryConstable, Limited, 1911 - 278 strani |
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Stran 15
... thou dam'st it up , the more it burns ; The current , that with gentle murmur glides , Thou know'st , being stopp'd , impatiently doth rage ; But , when his fair course is not hindered , He makes sweet music with th ' enamel'd stones ...
... thou dam'st it up , the more it burns ; The current , that with gentle murmur glides , Thou know'st , being stopp'd , impatiently doth rage ; But , when his fair course is not hindered , He makes sweet music with th ' enamel'd stones ...
Stran 19
... thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! ' 2 Cp . Tolstoy's definition of Art . Art is a human activity , con- sisting in this , that one man consciously , by means of certain external signs , hands on to others ...
... thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! ' 2 Cp . Tolstoy's definition of Art . Art is a human activity , con- sisting in this , that one man consciously , by means of certain external signs , hands on to others ...
Stran 31
... Thou , as a gallant bark from Albion's coast ( The storms all weather'd , and the ocean cross'd ) , Shoots into port at some well - haven'd isle , Where spices breathe , and brighter seasons smile , There sits quiescent on the floods ...
... Thou , as a gallant bark from Albion's coast ( The storms all weather'd , and the ocean cross'd ) , Shoots into port at some well - haven'd isle , Where spices breathe , and brighter seasons smile , There sits quiescent on the floods ...
Stran 65
... Thou Gloomy December , ' ' Fond lovers ' parting is sweet , painful pleasure , Hope beaming mild on the soft parting hour ; But the dire feeling , O farewell for ever ! Anguish unmingled , and agony pure ! ' E or this from the ...
... Thou Gloomy December , ' ' Fond lovers ' parting is sweet , painful pleasure , Hope beaming mild on the soft parting hour ; But the dire feeling , O farewell for ever ! Anguish unmingled , and agony pure ! ' E or this from the ...
Stran 66
... thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? ' or the whole poem which follows . Miss Isabella M'Leod of Raasay had lost her sister and her sister's husband , and Burns thus painted Isabella's woe ...
... thou thy lover lowly laid ? Hear'st thou the groans that rend his breast ? ' or the whole poem which follows . Miss Isabella M'Leod of Raasay had lost her sister and her sister's husband , and Burns thus painted Isabella's woe ...
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Poetry and Prose: Being Essays on Modern English Poetry Adolphus Alfred Jack Prikaz kratkega opisa - 1969 |
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1st series Arnold Basil de Sélincourt beauty blank verse breath Burns Byron Caliban upon Setebos child Chillianwallah conscious course criticism dear death delight doctrine dream Earth Edom effect eighteenth century Emerson emotion equally Essays experience expression eyes fact fancy feeling felt frae French Revolution George Meredith Gottfried von Strassburg habit happy hear heard heart heaven human idea imagination infinite instance intellectual Iseult kind lines literature lives Lycophron man's mean Meredith merely mind modern moral Nature never once one's Othello Over-Soul passage Periander play poem poet poet's poetical poetry prose pure realise reality religion Rousseau sense sentiment Shakespeare side sing sometimes song sorrow soul speak spirit story style sweet tell Tennyson thee things thou thought tion Titmouse tone true truth Universe verse voice whole words Wordsworth write young youth
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Stran 31 - Dupe of to-morrow even from a child. Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went, Till, all my stock of infant sorrow spent, I learned at last submission to my lot ; But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor ; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapped In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capped, Tis now become a history little...
Stran 75 - Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd and said amang them a'; — "Ye are na Mary Morison!
Stran 146 - If the labours of Men of science should ever create any material revolution, direct or indirect, in our condition, and in the impressions which we habitually receive...
Stran 97 - THE REVERIE OF POOR SUSAN AT the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears, Hangs a Thrush that sings loud, it has sung for three years : Poor Susan has passed by the spot, and has heard In the silence of morning the song of the Bird.
Stran 9 - A SLUMBER did my spirit seal ; •^*- I had no human fears : She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.
Stran 134 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
Stran 244 - Standing on the bare ground — my head bathed by the blithe air and uplifted into infinite space — all * mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eyeball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or parcel of God.
Stran 93 - Wordsworth, on the other hand, was to propose to himself, as his object, to give the charm of novelty to things of every day, and to excite a feeling analogous to the supernatural, by awakening the mind's attention from the lethargy of custom, and directing it to the loveliness and the wonders of the world before us...
Stran 4 - The use of this FEIGNED HISTORY hath been to give some shadow of satisfaction to the mind of man in those points wherein the nature of things doth deny it...
Stran 144 - Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark Bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home; 'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark Our coming, and look brighter when we come...