Essays and Studies, כרך 7

כריכה קדמית
J. Murray, 1921

מה אומרים אנשים - כתיבת ביקורת

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עמוד 18 - Nereus' wrinkled look, And the Carpathian wizard's hook; By scaly Triton's winding shell, And old soothsaying Glaucus' spell; By Leucothea's lovely hands, And her son that rules the strands; By Thetis...
עמוד 23 - 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!
עמוד 46 - Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife ! To all the sensual world proclaim, One crowded hour of glorious life Is worth an age without a name.
עמוד 26 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird ! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice 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.
עמוד 18 - Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake, To perish never; Which neither listlessness, nor mad endeavour, Nor Man nor Boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy!
עמוד 17 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
עמוד 74 - When Britain first, at Heaven's command, Arose from out the azure main ; This was the charter of the land, And guardian angels sung this strain : " Rule, Britannia, rule the waves; Britons never will be slaves!
עמוד 55 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt. Dispraise or blame, nothing but well and fair. And what may quiet us in a death so noble.
עמוד 68 - When my stretch'd sinews work'd with eager fight, When spent with glorious toil, I left the field, And sunk for slumber on my swelling shield; Lo, from the deep, repelling sweet repose With noisy croakings half the nation rose: Devoid of rest, with aching brows I lay, Till cocks proclaim'd the crimson dawn of day. Let all, like me, from either host forbear, Nor tempt the flying furies of the spear; Let heavenly blood (or what for blood may flow) Adorn the conquest of a meaner foe.
עמוד 61 - Dear to the Muse, to Harley dear — in vain ! For him, thou oft hast bid the world attend. Fond to forget the statesman in the friend ; For Swift and him, despis'd the farce of state, The sober follies of the wise and great ; Dexterous, the craving, fawning crowd to quit, And pleas'd to 'scape from flattery to wit.

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