Literary LikingsLothrop, Lee & Shepard, 1903 - Počet stran: 384 |
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... poems , the intellectual maturity of Steven- son can nowhere else be seen so well . " Of Hamlet most of all " — how admir- able is Henley's stroke in its delicate felicity of characterization ! In depth and suggestion , in 16 LITERARY ...
... poems , the intellectual maturity of Steven- son can nowhere else be seen so well . " Of Hamlet most of all " — how admir- able is Henley's stroke in its delicate felicity of characterization ! In depth and suggestion , in 16 LITERARY ...
Strana 24
... poems in the tongue properly to be called child poetry in con- tradistinction from poetry about children for the delectation of older folk , the critic might well have hesitated to award to Stevenson the proud names of singer and maker ...
... poems in the tongue properly to be called child poetry in con- tradistinction from poetry about children for the delectation of older folk , the critic might well have hesitated to award to Stevenson the proud names of singer and maker ...
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... poems produced while Stevenson was in the South Seas stand for his maturest thought expressed in forms most likely to give it permanence . The verse referred to is embodied in the division entitled Songs of Travel and Other Verses ...
... poems produced while Stevenson was in the South Seas stand for his maturest thought expressed in forms most likely to give it permanence . The verse referred to is embodied in the division entitled Songs of Travel and Other Verses ...
Strana 32
... poem contain- ing much strong , picturesque description and an underlying sermon on struggle as the one great law of all existence . Every- thing preys on everything else , he says , and man must do likewise . This is the sterner side ...
... poem contain- ing much strong , picturesque description and an underlying sermon on struggle as the one great law of all existence . Every- thing preys on everything else , he says , and man must do likewise . This is the sterner side ...
Strana 33
... poem of the group , and one that Browning alone can rival . If This were Faith is indeed Browning- esque in its rugged power , its splendidly nervous lilt , its intense ethical quality . The pathos of it is piercing ; it reveals the ...
... poem of the group , and one that Browning alone can rival . If This were Faith is indeed Browning- esque in its rugged power , its splendidly nervous lilt , its intense ethical quality . The pathos of it is piercing ; it reveals the ...
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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!