Poets of the Younger GenerationJ. Lane, 1902 - 564 Seiten |
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... hour . The many prosaic associations of the ten - syllable couplet ought not to blind us to the splendid flashes of true poetry in Pope , in Goldsmith , aye , even in Johnson ; nor can I understand how any one can suppose the torch of ...
... hour . The many prosaic associations of the ten - syllable couplet ought not to blind us to the splendid flashes of true poetry in Pope , in Goldsmith , aye , even in Johnson ; nor can I understand how any one can suppose the torch of ...
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... hour that brings the dark Ere daylight fade , We fly on iron wheels , and mark The changing glade . Northward the shuddering axles reel With merry din ; Like moving spokes on some slow wheel The furrows spin . The copse , the farmstead ...
... hour that brings the dark Ere daylight fade , We fly on iron wheels , and mark The changing glade . Northward the shuddering axles reel With merry din ; Like moving spokes on some slow wheel The furrows spin . The copse , the farmstead ...
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... hour , He frowned away our mild content ; And insight only gave him power To see the slights that were not meant . II . And was it , then , some trick of hand , Some deft mechanical control , That bridged the aching gulf , and spanned ...
... hour , He frowned away our mild content ; And insight only gave him power To see the slights that were not meant . II . And was it , then , some trick of hand , Some deft mechanical control , That bridged the aching gulf , and spanned ...
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... He takes his own again . He takes his own , the weeks , the hours , But leaves the best with thee : Seeds of imperishable flowers In fields of memory , AL 16 RY Is it quite fanciful to suspect that 46 POETS OF THE YOUNGER GENERATION.
... He takes his own again . He takes his own , the weeks , the hours , But leaves the best with thee : Seeds of imperishable flowers In fields of memory , AL 16 RY Is it quite fanciful to suspect that 46 POETS OF THE YOUNGER GENERATION.
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... hour , the spacious evening , pleased me well . Buoyant the air breathed after rain , and kind To senses flattered with soft sound and light From merry waves that leapt against the wind , As broadly heaving barge and boat at rest The ...
... hour , the spacious evening , pleased me well . Buoyant the air breathed after rain , and kind To senses flattered with soft sound and light From merry waves that leapt against the wind , As broadly heaving barge and boat at rest The ...
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A. E. HOUSMAN admirable ballads Barrack-Room Ballads beautiful bird blank verse charm comes Countess Cathleen criticism Crown 8vo dark Davidson dead death deep divine doubt dramatic dream earth English entitled eyes face Fcap feel feet Fleet Street Eclogues flower gold GUINEVERE H. C. BEECHING hand hath heart heaven Herod Housman imagination inspiration instance Keltic Kipling Kipling's less light lines lyric MARIAMNE Marpessa Matthew Arnold melody metrical metrist Milton mind mood moon Mordred never Newbolt night passage passion perhaps Phillips phrase piece play poem poet poet's poetic poetry Porphyrion Price pure quatrain quoted rhyme rose scarcely seems sense sing song sonnet soul spirit stanza stars style sweet Tennyson thee thine things thou thought touch trochee utterance voice Watson wind wonder word write Yeats
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Seite 256 - God of our fathers, known of old, Lord of our far-flung battle-line, Beneath whose awful hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine — Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget — lest we forget! The tumult and the shouting dies; The captains and the kings depart: Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice, An humble and a contrite heart. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet, Lest we forget — lest we forget!
Seite 13 - You meaner beauties of the night, That poorly satisfy our eyes More by your number than your light ; You common people of the skies ; What are you when the moon shall rise?
Seite 462 - She looked a little wistfully, Then went her sunshine way: — The sea's eye had a mist on it, And the leaves fell from the day. She went her unremembering way, She went, and left in me The pang of all the partings gone, And partings yet to be. She left me marvelling why my soul Was sad that she was glad; At all the sadness in the sweet, The sweetness in the sad. Still, still I seemed to see her, still Look up with soft replies, And take the berries with her hand, And the love with her lovely eyes...
Seite 239 - For it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' "Chuck him out, the brute!" But it's "Saviour of 'is country" when the guns begin to shoot; An' it's Tommy this, an' Tommy that, an' anything you please; An' Tommy ain'ta bloomin' fool — you bet that Tommy sees!
Seite 564 - I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
Seite 250 - Lord, send a man like Robbie Burns to sing the Song o' Steam! To match wi' Scotia's noblest speech yon orchestra sublime Whaurto - uplifted like the Just - the tail-rods mark the time. The crank-throws give the double-bass, the feed-pump sobs an
Seite 459 - TO A SNOWFLAKE What heart could have thought you? — Past our devisal (O filigree petal!) Fashioned so purely, Fragilely, surely, From what Paradisal Imagineless metal, Too costly for cost? Who hammered you, wrought you, From argentine vapor?
Seite 301 - Drake he's in his hammock till the great Armadas come, (Capten, art tha sleepin' there below ?) Slung atween the round shot, listenin' for the drum, An' dreamin' arl the time o
Seite 197 - When I was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say, "Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away ; Give pearls away and rubies But keep your fancy free." But I was one-and-twenty, No use to talk to me. When I was one-and-twenty I heard him say again, "The heart out of the bosom Was never given in vain ; 'Tis paid with sighs a-plenty And sold for endless rue.
Seite 565 - I passed my brother and cousin: They read in their books of prayer; I read in my book of songs I bought at the Sligo fair. When we come at the end of time To Peter sitting in state, He will smile on the three old spirits, But call me first through the gate; For the good are always the...