Essays and Studies, 3권J. Murray, 1912 |
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... opening in these terse moralisms for the play of the poetical imagination . Occasionally there is a stroke of contemptuous dignity : How proud we are ! how fond to shew Our clothes , and call them rich and new ! When the poor sheep and ...
... opening in these terse moralisms for the play of the poetical imagination . Occasionally there is a stroke of contemptuous dignity : How proud we are ! how fond to shew Our clothes , and call them rich and new ! When the poor sheep and ...
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... opening eyes of the soul of the collected mysteries of earth : The skies of day , the moon , and the stars of night . Thus there is ' The Lamb ' , where innocent delight in existence alone is portrayed ; and ' Infant Joy ' , where this ...
... opening eyes of the soul of the collected mysteries of earth : The skies of day , the moon , and the stars of night . Thus there is ' The Lamb ' , where innocent delight in existence alone is portrayed ; and ' Infant Joy ' , where this ...
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... opening , From off a hill whose concave womb re - worded A plaintful story from a sistering vale , bears a strong superficial likeness to the opening of Lucrece . In both there is the same grammatical and rhetorical evolu- tion . In ...
... opening , From off a hill whose concave womb re - worded A plaintful story from a sistering vale , bears a strong superficial likeness to the opening of Lucrece . In both there is the same grammatical and rhetorical evolu- tion . In ...
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... opening stanza of the great Endymion lyric ( ' O Sorrow ! ' ) Keats is as abstract and spiritual as he ever is ; but how concrete and sensuous , on the whole , are the imagery and epithets ! And it is the same with the spiritualities ...
... opening stanza of the great Endymion lyric ( ' O Sorrow ! ' ) Keats is as abstract and spiritual as he ever is ; but how concrete and sensuous , on the whole , are the imagery and epithets ! And it is the same with the spiritualities ...
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... opening on the foam Of perilous seas , in faery lands forlorn . Forlorn ! The very word is like a bell , To toll me back from thee to my sole self ! DAVID WATSON RANNIE . DANTE AND THE GRAND STYLE ( An Address to the 1459 H KEATS'S ...
... opening on the foam Of perilous seas , in faery lands forlorn . Forlorn ! The very word is like a bell , To toll me back from thee to my sole self ! DAVID WATSON RANNIE . DANTE AND THE GRAND STYLE ( An Address to the 1459 H KEATS'S ...
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adjectives beauty Blake Blake's blank verse called Canto characteristic child poems cold colour conceit contrast course critics Dante Dante's Divine doubt earth Elizabethan Endymion English verse Eve of St expression eyes father feel forgiveness give Grand Style Greek poetry H. C. BEECHING happy heaven hexameter Homer Hyperion Iliad imagination instance judgement Keats Keats's epithets Lamia language later lines Little Boy Lover's Complaint lyric matter Matthew Arnold meaning ment metre metrical moral nature ness never Ode on Melancholy original pale passage perhaps phrase play poet's poetic prose quoted reader religion rhyme rhythm rival poet seems seldom sense Shakespeare Shakespearian sing sometimes Songs of Experience Songs of Innocence Sonnets speak speech spirit stanza stars suggestion Swinburne syllable thing thou thought tion touch translation Troilus and Cressida true whole word write
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109 페이지 - And still she slept an azure-lidded sleep, In blanched linen, smooth, and lavendered, While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd; With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrups, tinct with cinnamon; Manna and dates, in argosy transferred From Fez; and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedared Lebanon.
102 페이지 - I saw pale kings, and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried — "La belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!" I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here On the cold hill's side. And this is why I sojourn here Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake, And no birds sing.
108 페이지 - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love!
113 페이지 - I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home. She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self ! Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf.
143 페이지 - Without Contraries is no progression. Attraction and Repulsion, Reason and Energy, Love and Hate, are necessary to Human existence.
105 페이지 - Those green-robed senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream, and so dream all night without a stir, Save from one gradual solitary gust Which comes upon the silence, and dies off As if the ebbing air had but one wave...
33 페이지 - How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower...
110 페이지 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget, What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs, Where youth grows pale, and specterthin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond tomorrow.
147 페이지 - NOUGHT loves another as itself, Nor venerates another so, Nor is it possible to Thought A greater than itself to know: "And, Father, how can I love you Or any of my brothers more? I love you like the little bird That picks up crumbs around the door.
103 페이지 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!