Literary LikingsLothrop, Lee & Shepard, 1903 - Počet stran: 384 |
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Strana 11
... ideal ; it all depends upon your definition of the Protean word pleasure . But one who stops here with Stevenson is again off the scent . Even if we do not overstep the bounds of the novel , to read the stories ruminatingly and in their ...
... ideal ; it all depends upon your definition of the Protean word pleasure . But one who stops here with Stevenson is again off the scent . Even if we do not overstep the bounds of the novel , to read the stories ruminatingly and in their ...
Strana 19
... ideal . " And he deems it would declare man a poltroon if he , " the reasoner , the wise in his own eyes , " should show the white feather and not strive on with all other sentient life . " Let it be enough for faith that the whole ...
... ideal . " And he deems it would declare man a poltroon if he , " the reasoner , the wise in his own eyes , " should show the white feather and not strive on with all other sentient life . " Let it be enough for faith that the whole ...
Strana 42
... ideal is always the condition and the measure of natural evolution into higher social life . Yet it may be that in the course of time , when reflection threatens to swamp creation , it is fitting to call a halt — to remind a people ...
... ideal is always the condition and the measure of natural evolution into higher social life . Yet it may be that in the course of time , when reflection threatens to swamp creation , it is fitting to call a halt — to remind a people ...
Strana 75
... ideal aims and relations . The romance of the future will present such high interests , keeping pace with the evo- lution of society ; and its vantage - ground over the romance of years agone will be that it is firm - based on truth to ...
... ideal aims and relations . The romance of the future will present such high interests , keeping pace with the evo- lution of society ; and its vantage - ground over the romance of years agone will be that it is firm - based on truth to ...
Strana 123
... making her his wife would not succeed always in life ; and certainly would not succeed in James ' later fiction . The book is full of poetic beauty and ideal fitness . It shows us a James able to se- BJÖRNSON , DAUDET , JAMES 123.
... making her his wife would not succeed always in life ; and certainly would not succeed in James ' later fiction . The book is full of poetic beauty and ideal fitness . It shows us a James able to se- BJÖRNSON , DAUDET , JAMES 123.
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Strana 331 - REQUIEM UNDER the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be ; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
Strana 196 - Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen. And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again. O blessed Bird ! the earth we pace Again appears to be An unsubstantial, faery place; That is fit home for Thee ! 1804.
Strana 263 - As the vine, which has long twined its graceful foliage about the oak, and been lifted by it into sunshine, will, when the hardy plant is rifted by the thunderbolt, cling round it with its caressing tendrils, and bind up its shattered boughs ; so...
Strana 330 - As the marsh-hen secretly builds on the watery sod, Behold I will build me a nest on the greatness of God: I will fly in the greatness of God as the marsh-hen flies In the freedom that fills all the space 'twixt the marsh and the skies: By so many roots as the marsh-grass sends in the sod I will heartily lay me a-hold on the greatness of God...
Strana 330 - INTO the woods my Master went, Clean forspent, forspent. Into the woods my Master came, Forspent with love and shame. But the olives they were not blind to Him, The little gray leaves were kind to Him: The thorn-tree had a mind to Him When into the woods He came. Out of the woods my Master went, And He was well content. Out of the woods my Master came, Content with death and shame. When Death and Shame would woo Him last, From under the trees they drew Him last : 'Twas on a tree they slew Him —...
Strana 212 - Where the bright seraphim, in burning row, Their loud uplifted angel trumpets blow, And the cherubic host, in thousand quires, Touch their immortal harps of golden wires, With those just spirits that wear victorious palms, Hymns devout and holy psalms Singing everlastingly...
Strana 196 - O Cuckoo! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off, and near. Though babbling only to the Vale, Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird...
Strana 298 - Starboard it was— and so, Like a black squall's lifting frown, Our mighty bow bore down On the iron beak of the Foe. We stood on the deck together. Men that had looked on death In battle and stormy weather; Yet a little we held our breath, When, with the hush of death, The great ships drew together. Our Captain strode to the bow, Drayton, courtly and wise, Kindly cynic, and wise {You hardly had known him now, The flame of fight in his eyes!) — His brave heart eager to feel How the oak would tell...
Strana 245 - So you creak it, and I want the heart to scold. Dear dead women, with such hair, too — what's become of all the gold Used to hang and brush their bosoms? I feel chilly and grown old.
Strana 297 - And ever, with steady con, The ship forged slowly by— And ever the crew fought on, And their cheers rang loud and high. Grand was the sight to see How by their guns they stood, Right in front of our dead, Fighting square abreast— Each brawny arm and chest All spotted with black and red, Chrism of fire and blood! Worth our watch, dull and sterile, Worth all the weary time, Worth the woe and the peril, To stand in that strait sublime!