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Strana 233
... Locksley Hall , and In Memoriam . Mariana in the Moated Grange marks the highest point of the first flight , and in that the power of the artist is shown , in the complete presentation of a limited and peculiar view of the subject ...
... Locksley Hall , and In Memoriam . Mariana in the Moated Grange marks the highest point of the first flight , and in that the power of the artist is shown , in the complete presentation of a limited and peculiar view of the subject ...
Strana 250
... Locksley Hall , to find its haven in grand visions of progress and the excitement of enterprise . The playful fancy of the Talking Oak touches the airy treble of a scale of which Love and Duty sound the deepest and most solemn chords ...
... Locksley Hall , to find its haven in grand visions of progress and the excitement of enterprise . The playful fancy of the Talking Oak touches the airy treble of a scale of which Love and Duty sound the deepest and most solemn chords ...
Strana 260
... Locksley Hall we pass to a poem of a widely different strain . It is against the fickleness of a woman , not against circumstances which leave her image pure and beautiful in the memory , that the speaker in Locksley Hall has to find a ...
... Locksley Hall we pass to a poem of a widely different strain . It is against the fickleness of a woman , not against circumstances which leave her image pure and beautiful in the memory , that the speaker in Locksley Hall has to find a ...
Strana 261
Locksley Hall . 261 course , that the speaker's judgment of his age , in the earlier part , is coloured by his private wrong and grief . But it is not morbid , on the contrary , it is perfectly natural and right that outrages on the ...
Locksley Hall . 261 course , that the speaker's judgment of his age , in the earlier part , is coloured by his private wrong and grief . But it is not morbid , on the contrary , it is perfectly natural and right that outrages on the ...
Strana 263
... Locksley Hall the ghost of a murdered love is fairly laid , and the man comes out of his conflict the stronger and the clearer for his experience . Nothing that can with any propriety be called morbid or unhealthy belongs to any of the ...
... Locksley Hall the ghost of a murdered love is fairly laid , and the man comes out of his conflict the stronger and the clearer for his experience . Nothing that can with any propriety be called morbid or unhealthy belongs to any of the ...
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Strana 33 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...
Strana 236 - Dry clash'd his harness in the icy caves And barren chasms, and all to left and right The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels — And on a sudden, lo! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.
Strana 270 - Nature, red in tooth and claw With ravine, shriek'd against his creed — Who loved, who suffer'd countless ills, Who battled for the True, the Just, Be blown about the desert dust, Or seal'd within the iron hills ? No more ? A monster then, a dream, A discord. Dragons of the prime, That tare each other in their slime, Were mellow music match'd with him. O life as futile, then, as frail ! 0 for thy voice to soothe and bless ! What hope of answer, or redress ? Behind the veil, behind the veil.
Strana 270 - but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries, ' A thousand types are gone : I care for nothing, all shall go. ' Thou makest thine appeal to me : I bring to life, I bring to death ; The spirit does but mean the breath : I know no more.
Strana 251 - Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to rest, Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West. Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising thro' the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire-flies tangled in a silver braid.
Strana 251 - 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 252 - I was left a trampled orphan, and a selfish uncle's ward. Or to burst all links of habit — there to wander far away, On from island unto island at the gateways of the day.
Strana 71 - And one, the reapers at their sultry toil. In front they bound the sheaves. Behind Were realms of upland, prodigal in oil, And hoary to the wind. And one, a foreground black with stones and slags, Beyond a line of heights, and higher All barr'd with long white cloud the scornful crags, And highest, snow and fire. And one, an English home— gray twilight pour'd On dewy pastures, dewy trees, Softer than sleep — all things in order stored, A haunt of ancient Peace.
Strana 171 - What nothing earthly gives, or can destroy, The soul's calm sunshine, and the heart-felt joy, Is virtue's prize: A better would you fix?
Strana 244 - Not wholly in the busy world, nor quite Beyond it, blooms the garden that I love. News from the humming city comes to it In sound of funeral or of marriage bells ; And, sitting muffled in dark leaves, you hear The windy clanging of the minster clock ; Although between it and the garden lies A league of grass...