Poetry and Prose: Being Essays on Modern English PoetryDutton, 1912 - 278 עמודים |
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עמוד 21
... dream , a sigh , an exhalation : - ' This lady of the luting tongue , The flash in darkness , billow's grace . ' Mr. Meredith has indeed attempted it : - ' That was the chirp of Ariel You heard , as overhead it flew , The farther going ...
... dream , a sigh , an exhalation : - ' This lady of the luting tongue , The flash in darkness , billow's grace . ' Mr. Meredith has indeed attempted it : - ' That was the chirp of Ariel You heard , as overhead it flew , The farther going ...
עמוד 59
... dream of a golden age to come , but his belief or half - belief in its once having existed was , if not an argumentative necessity , at least an argumentative advantage . So it was from the begin- ning - as soon as a theorist can so ...
... dream of a golden age to come , but his belief or half - belief in its once having existed was , if not an argumentative necessity , at least an argumentative advantage . So it was from the begin- ning - as soon as a theorist can so ...
עמוד 63
... dream . The world has not yet settled these questions of govern- ment , nor ever will . Truth is powerful , but Mammon will prevail . Yet in these times of which I speak , there seemed no limit to the power of Liberty and Love . How ...
... dream . The world has not yet settled these questions of govern- ment , nor ever will . Truth is powerful , but Mammon will prevail . Yet in these times of which I speak , there seemed no limit to the power of Liberty and Love . How ...
עמוד 97
... dream is superimposed upon the reality . Equally close to the more delicate emotional experience is the description of the fading vision : - ' The stream will not flow , and the hill will not rise . ' In one's bed in the morning , half ...
... dream is superimposed upon the reality . Equally close to the more delicate emotional experience is the description of the fading vision : - ' The stream will not flow , and the hill will not rise . ' In one's bed in the morning , half ...
עמוד 102
... dream . 1'She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove , A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love . · She lived unknown , and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave , and , oh ...
... dream . 1'She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove , A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love . · She lived unknown , and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave , and , oh ...
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1st series Arnold Basil de Sélincourt beauty breath Burns Byron Caliban upon Setebos charm child Chillianwallah conscious course criticism dear death delight doctrine dream Earth Edom effect eighteenth century Emerson emotion equally Essays experience expression eyes fact fancy feeling felt frae French Revolution George Meredith give habit happy hear heard heart heaven human idea imagination infinite instance intellectual kind lines literature lives Lycophron lyric man's mean Meredith merely mind modern moral Nature never Ode to Duty once one's Othello Over-Soul passage Periander play poem poet poet's poetical poetry prose pure realise reality religion Rousseau sense sentiment Shakespeare social sometimes song sorrow soul speak spirit style sweet tell Tennyson thee things thou thought tion Titmouse tone true truth Universe verse voice whole words Wordsworth write young youth
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עמוד 31 - Dupe of to-morrow even from a child. Thus many a sad to-morrow came and went, Till, all my stock of infant sorrow spent, I learned at last submission to my lot ; But, though I less deplored thee, ne'er forgot. Where once we dwelt our name is heard no more, Children not thine have trod my nursery floor ; And where the gardener Robin, day by day, Drew me to school along the public way, Delighted with my bauble coach, and wrapped In scarlet mantle warm, and velvet capped, Tis now become a history little...
עמוד 75 - Yestreen, when to the trembling string The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha', To thee my fancy took its wing, I sat, but neither heard nor saw: Tho' this was fair, and that was braw, And yon the toast of a' the town, I sigh'd and said amang them a'; — "Ye are na Mary Morison!
עמוד 142 - If the labours of Men of science should ever create any material revolution, direct or indirect, in our condition, and in the impressions which we habitually receive...
עמוד 97 - THE REVERIE OF POOR SUSAN AT the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears, Hangs a Thrush that sings loud, it has sung for three years : Poor Susan has passed by the spot, and has heard In the silence of morning the song of the Bird.
עמוד 9 - A SLUMBER did my spirit seal ; •^*- I had no human fears : She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.
עמוד 130 - SHE walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies ; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes : Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
עמוד 240 - Standing on the bare ground — my head bathed by the blithe air and uplifted into infinite space — all * mean egotism vanishes. I become a transparent eyeball; I am nothing; I see all; the currents of the Universal Being circulate through me; I am part or parcel of God.
עמוד 4 - The use of this FEIGNED HISTORY hath been to give some shadow of satisfaction to the mind of man in those points wherein the nature of things doth deny it...
עמוד 140 - Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark Bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home; 'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark Our coming, and look brighter when we come...
עמוד 17 - MOST sweet it is with unuplifted eyes To pace the ground, if path be there or none. While a fair region round the traveller lies Which he forbears again to look upon ; Pleased rather with some soft ideal scene, The work of Fancy, or some happy tone Of meditation, slipping in between The beauty coming and the beauty gone.