Tennyson: A Critical StudyBlackie & son, limited, 1899 - Počet stran: 234 |
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... perhaps the finest of all his verse . Nor is there any trace distinguishable of any sudden ad- mixture in his mind . He knew Carlyle intimately , but you cannot put your finger on any poem and say , Here Carlyle comes in . Yet there is ...
... perhaps the finest of all his verse . Nor is there any trace distinguishable of any sudden ad- mixture in his mind . He knew Carlyle intimately , but you cannot put your finger on any poem and say , Here Carlyle comes in . Yet there is ...
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... perhaps the richest man who ever earned his money by verse . His beauti- ful house of Aldworth was built ( by Mr. James Knowles ) on Blackdown among the Surrey Hills , but the Isle of Wight was still the home of his choice . In 1880 ...
... perhaps the richest man who ever earned his money by verse . His beauti- ful house of Aldworth was built ( by Mr. James Knowles ) on Blackdown among the Surrey Hills , but the Isle of Wight was still the home of his choice . In 1880 ...
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... perhaps his very finest technical achievement— which appeared in this volume . In 1886 came a great sorrow , the death of his son Lionel , who suc- cumbed to Indian fever while on his way home- ward , and was buried in the Red Sea . His ...
... perhaps his very finest technical achievement— which appeared in this volume . In 1886 came a great sorrow , the death of his son Lionel , who suc- cumbed to Indian fever while on his way home- ward , and was buried in the Red Sea . His ...
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... perhaps triumphant . Tennyson has an entirely natural and a very kindly laugh . " I and mine have a very warm regard for Tennyson . He has been very kind to Mrs. Locker and me . The more we see of him , the more we appreciate his ...
... perhaps triumphant . Tennyson has an entirely natural and a very kindly laugh . " I and mine have a very warm regard for Tennyson . He has been very kind to Mrs. Locker and me . The more we see of him , the more we appreciate his ...
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... Perhaps there has never been a time since the prosaic days of Whitehead and Hayley in which so little good poetry has been issued from the press , as during the last two years . That some meritorious poems have been published within ...
... Perhaps there has never been a time since the prosaic days of Whitehead and Hayley in which so little good poetry has been issued from the press , as during the last two years . That some meritorious poems have been published within ...
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Strana 43 - Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
Strana 121 - SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me. And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark: And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
Strana 73 - I HELD it truth, with him who sings To one clear harp in divers tones, That men may rise on stepping-stones Of their dead selves to higher things.
Strana 114 - And he, shall he, Man, her last work, who seem'd so fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who roll'd the psalm to wintry skies, Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer, Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law — Tho...
Strana 133 - I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho
Strana 57 - She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear her and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed; My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead; Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.
Strana 103 - Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new : That which they have done but earnest of the things that they shall do...
Strana 120 - The broken sheds look'd sad and strange: Unlifted was the clinking latch; Weeded and worn the ancient thatch Upon the lonely moated grange. She only said, ' My life is dreary, He cometh not...
Strana 42 - My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew. Before he mounts the hill, I know He cometh quickly: from below Sweet gales, as from deep gardens, blow Before him, striking on my brow. In my dry brain my spirit soon, Down-deepening from swoon to swoon, Faints like a dazzled morning moon.
Strana 83 - Nor thro' the questions men may try, The petty cobwebs we have spun : If e'er when faith had fallen asleep, I heard a voice, ' Believe no more,' And heard an ever-breaking shore That tumbled in the Godless deep ; A warmth within the breast would melt The freezing reason's colder part, And like a man in wrath the heart Stood up and answer'd,