The English Poets, Band 5Thomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1918 |
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... things loom larger in the distance , or when Prince Posterity comes to be King , will his royal eye be caught first by uncouth forms , by obscurities and weary prolixities ? We cannot tell whether our poet will be freshly crowned or ...
... things loom larger in the distance , or when Prince Posterity comes to be King , will his royal eye be caught first by uncouth forms , by obscurities and weary prolixities ? We cannot tell whether our poet will be freshly crowned or ...
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... thing . It requires tact as well as boldness and power to harmonise it with the imaginative atmosphere that we expect ... things in common with them , besides realistic and psychological tendencies . His poems from Sordello onwards bear ...
... thing . It requires tact as well as boldness and power to harmonise it with the imaginative atmosphere that we expect ... things in common with them , besides realistic and psychological tendencies . His poems from Sordello onwards bear ...
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... things ; Ay , and , for me , the fourth part too . II A foolish thought , and worse , perhaps ! There must be many a pair of friends Who , arm in arm , deserve the warm Moon - births and the long evening - ends . III So , for their sake ...
... things ; Ay , and , for me , the fourth part too . II A foolish thought , and worse , perhaps ! There must be many a pair of friends Who , arm in arm , deserve the warm Moon - births and the long evening - ends . III So , for their sake ...
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... things Are ours , nor soul helps flesh more , now , than flesh helps soul ! " XIII Therefore I summon age To grant youth's heritage , Life's struggle having so far reached its term :, Thence shall I pass , approved A man , for aye ...
... things Are ours , nor soul helps flesh more , now , than flesh helps soul ! " XIII Therefore I summon age To grant youth's heritage , Life's struggle having so far reached its term :, Thence shall I pass , approved A man , for aye ...
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... thing , and I that : whom shall my soul believe ? XXIII Not on the vulgar mass Called " work , " must sentence pass , Things done , that took the eye and had the price ; O'er which , from level stand , The low world laid its hand ...
... thing , and I that : whom shall my soul believe ? XXIII Not on the vulgar mass Called " work , " must sentence pass , Things done , that took the eye and had the price ; O'er which , from level stand , The low world laid its hand ...
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beauty bezide bird Blanchisseuse blank verse blow born breast breath bright Camelot Christina Rossetti clouds Coventry Patmore dark dead dear death deep delight dream earth Edwin of Deira English Excalibur eyes face fair feel feet fire flowers friends glory grave green grey Guenevere hair hand hast hath head hear heard heart heaven hill King King Arthur kiss Lady of Shalott land light lips live look lyric moon morning mother never night o'er once Oxus pain pass passion poems poet poetic poetry prose published R. W. Dixon rose Rossetti round Rustum Seistan shadows Shalott silence sing Sir Bedivere sleep smile song Sophocles soul spirit spring stars sweet tears Tennyson thee thine things thou thought thro touch verse voice volume vrom waves wild wind wonder words write youth
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Seite 158 - 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...
Seite 255 - The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
Seite 30 - Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go! Be our joys three-parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!
Seite 141 - Cannon to right of them, Cannon to left of them, Cannon in front of them Volley'd and thunder'd; Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of Hell Rode the six hundred. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air, Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army while All the world wonder'd: Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Seite 132 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.
Seite 73 - Listen! you hear the grating roar Of pebbles which the waves draw back, and fling, At their return, up the high strand, Begin, and cease, and then again begin, With tremulous cadence slow, and bring The eternal note of sadness in.
Seite 9 - Good speed!" cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew; "Speed!" echoed the wall to us galloping through; Behind shut the postern, the lights sank to rest, And into the midnight we galloped abreast.
Seite 73 - But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating, to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world. Ah, love, let us be true To one another ! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain ; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant...
Seite 29 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!
Seite 125 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.