English Meditative LyricsEaton & Mains, 1899 - 155 էջ |
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... , by way of confirmation , the lyric is always found in a good degree of excellence at the time of any general poetic awakening . This would seem to show that it is of the very essence of genuine INTRODUCTORY CHAPTER 11.
... , by way of confirmation , the lyric is always found in a good degree of excellence at the time of any general poetic awakening . This would seem to show that it is of the very essence of genuine INTRODUCTORY CHAPTER 11.
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Theodore Whitefield Hunt. show that it is of the very essence of genuine verse and in vital relation to every other poetic form . At the very opening of English poetry as national , in the days of Chaucer , this lyric quality was clearly ...
Theodore Whitefield Hunt. show that it is of the very essence of genuine verse and in vital relation to every other poetic form . At the very opening of English poetry as national , in the days of Chaucer , this lyric quality was clearly ...
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... genuine emotion may exist , though under wise and wholesome restraint , if it is not indeed true that such subdued feeling is the deepest and strongest . Deep and tender pathos , as expressed in some of the lines of Mrs. Browning , is ...
... genuine emotion may exist , though under wise and wholesome restraint , if it is not indeed true that such subdued feeling is the deepest and strongest . Deep and tender pathos , as expressed in some of the lines of Mrs. Browning , is ...
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... genuine lyric passion was struck , the melody of which is still heard among us . To state it conversely , had there been in Shakespeare's time no such idyllic expression , Shelley and Mrs. Browning might have been lyrists of lesser fame ...
... genuine lyric passion was struck , the melody of which is still heard among us . To state it conversely , had there been in Shakespeare's time no such idyllic expression , Shelley and Mrs. Browning might have been lyrists of lesser fame ...
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... genuine poetic emotion . In the three great eras of the English lyric - the Elizabethan , Georgian , and Victorian - one has but to confine himself to a few great names to see some- thing of the extent and value of this poetic product ...
... genuine poetic emotion . In the three great eras of the English lyric - the Elizabethan , Georgian , and Victorian - one has but to confine himself to a few great names to see some- thing of the extent and value of this poetic product ...
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Էջ 58 - All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create *, And what perceive...
Էջ 111 - But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world.
Էջ 134 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the base of Heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Էջ 69 - Not by the sport of nature, but of man: These two, a maiden and a youth, were there Gazing— the one on all that was beneath Fair as herself— but the boy gazed on her; And both were young, and one was beautiful: And both were young— yet not alike in youth. As the sweet moon on the horizon's verge, The maid was on the eve of womanhood; The boy had fewer summers, but his heart Had far outgrown his years, and to his eye There was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on him...
Էջ 134 - THIS is the month, and this the happy morn, Wherein the Son of Heaven's eternal King, Of wedded Maid, and Virgin Mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring...
Էջ 46 - Or the unseen Genius of the wood. But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloister's pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.
Էջ 110 - But often, in the world's most crowded streets, But often, in the din of strife, There rises an unspeakable desire After the knowledge of our buried life; A thirst to spend our fire and restless force In tracking out our true, original course; A longing to inquire Into the mystery of this heart which beats So wild, so deep in us - to know Whence our lives come and where they go.
Էջ 34 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen...
Էջ 40 - O but they say the tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony: Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain. For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain.
Էջ 56 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.