EssaysMacmillan, 1896 - 312 էջ |
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... BROWNING THE LATE MASTER OF TRINITY HENRY BRADSHAW CHRISTINA ROSSETTI THE POETRY OF EDMUND Gosse EPILOGUE • I 19 35 68 96 • 119 · 147 • 180 · 205 238 • 252 268 · 292 · 310 66 46 44 Eight of these Essays have appeared in.
... BROWNING THE LATE MASTER OF TRINITY HENRY BRADSHAW CHRISTINA ROSSETTI THE POETRY OF EDMUND Gosse EPILOGUE • I 19 35 68 96 • 119 · 147 • 180 · 205 238 • 252 268 · 292 · 310 66 46 44 Eight of these Essays have appeared in.
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... Browning , " " Henry Bradshaw , " The Late Master of Trinity " ; two in the 44 Contemporary Review , " viz .: Henry More , the Platonist " and the " Poetry of Keble " ; one in the National Review , " " Christina Rossetti " ; and one in ...
... Browning , " " Henry Bradshaw , " The Late Master of Trinity " ; two in the 44 Contemporary Review , " viz .: Henry More , the Platonist " and the " Poetry of Keble " ; one in the National Review , " " Christina Rossetti " ; and one in ...
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... Browning cry from Florence , Oh , to be in England , now that April's there ! Marvell's lines , " On the Hill and Grove at Bill- borow , " are an instance of this ; there is a certain fantastic craving after antithesis and strangeness ...
... Browning cry from Florence , Oh , to be in England , now that April's there ! Marvell's lines , " On the Hill and Grove at Bill- borow , " are an instance of this ; there is a certain fantastic craving after antithesis and strangeness ...
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... Browning's poem , " How it Strikes a Contemporary , " who went about in his old cloak , with quiet observant eyes , noting the horse that was beaten , and trying the mortar of the new house with his stick , and came home and wrote it ...
... Browning's poem , " How it Strikes a Contemporary , " who went about in his old cloak , with quiet observant eyes , noting the horse that was beaten , and trying the mortar of the new house with his stick , and came home and wrote it ...
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... Browning herself says , " we get no good by being ungenerous , even to a book . " When Horne in the New Spirit of the Age gave some biographical particulars about Miss Barrett to the public , she wrote to him as follows : - " My dear Mr ...
... Browning herself says , " we get no good by being ungenerous , even to a book . " When Horne in the New Spirit of the Age gave some biographical particulars about Miss Barrett to the public , she wrote to him as follows : - " My dear Mr ...
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Էջ 275 - Does the road wind up-hill all the way ? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend. But is there for the night a resting-place ? A roof for when the slow dark hours begin. May not the darkness hide it from my face ? You cannot miss that inn.
Էջ 196 - There are in this loud stunning tide Of human care and crime, With whom the melodies abide Of the everlasting chime ; Who carry music in their heart Through dusky lane and wrangling mart, Plying their daily task with busier feet, Because their secret souls a holy strain repeat.
Էջ 169 - Felpham is a sweet place for study, because it is more spiritual than London. Heaven opens here on all sides her golden gates : her windows are not obstructed by vapours ; voices of celestial inhabitants are more distinctly heard and their forms more distinctly seen ; and my cottage is also a shadow of their houses.
Էջ 83 - Tis madness to resist or blame The face of angry heaven's flame ; And if we would speak true, Much to the Man is due Who, from his private gardens, where He lived reserved and austere (As if his highest plot To plant the bergamot) Could by industrious valour climb To ruin the great work of time, And cast the Kingdoms old Into another mould.
Էջ 83 - Thou hast not missed one thought that could be fit, And all that was improper dost omit : So that no room is here for writers left, But to detect their ignorance or theft.
Էջ 75 - Or at some fruit-tree's mossy root, Casting the body's vest aside, My soul into the boughs does glide; There, like a bird, it sits and sings, Then whets and combs its silver wings, And, till prepared for longer flight, Waves in its plumes the various light.
Էջ 285 - Her pleasant lot. She left the rosy morn, She left the fields of corn, For twilight cold and lorn And water springs. Through sleep, as through a veil, She sees the sky look pale, And hears the nightingale That sadly sings. Rest, rest, a perfect rest Shed over brow and breast; Her face is toward the west, The purple land. She cannot see the grain Ripening on hill and plain ; She cannot feel the rain Upon her hand. Rest, rest, for evermore Upon a mossy shore ; Rest, rest at the heart's core Till time...
Էջ 272 - BIRTHDAY. My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot ; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit ; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea ; My heart is gladder than all these, Because my love is come to me.
Էջ 196 - WHEN God of old came down from Heaven, In power and wrath He came ; Before His feet the clouds were riven, Half darkness and half flame : Around the trembling mountain's base The prostrate people lay ; A day of wrath, and not of grace ; A dim and dreadful day.
Էջ 214 - ... (As if God's finger touched but did not press In making England), such an up and down Of verdure, — nothing too much up or down, A ripple of land ; such little hills, the sky Can stoop to tenderly and the wheatfields climb ; Such nooks of valleys lined with orchises, Fed full of noises by invisible streams ; And open pastures where you scarcely tell White daisies from white dew, — at intervals The mythic oaks and elm-trees standing out Self-poised upon their prodigy of shade, — I thought...