Shelburne Essays: 5th seriesPutnam, 1908 - 261 sider |
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Side 21
... to make libation on the altars of the immortals , happy in my children , free from grief , the tomb holds ; for with no shadow in their eyes the gods saw my piety . THE PRAISE OF DICKENS If it ever seemed that the THE GREEK ANTHOLOGY 21.
... to make libation on the altars of the immortals , happy in my children , free from grief , the tomb holds ; for with no shadow in their eyes the gods saw my piety . THE PRAISE OF DICKENS If it ever seemed that the THE GREEK ANTHOLOGY 21.
Side 39
... happy phrase . It is the democracy of Dickens that called them into birth , no doubt , but something else en- tered into their composition in the end - the great joy of creation which made it impossible for the author to abide within ...
... happy phrase . It is the democracy of Dickens that called them into birth , no doubt , but something else en- tered into their composition in the end - the great joy of creation which made it impossible for the author to abide within ...
Side 51
... happy . Because you made an ill use of your wealth , because you were selfish and hard - hearted and oppressive , and sinful in every kind of indulgence , therefore after death you re- ceived the reward of wickedness . This life you are ...
... happy . Because you made an ill use of your wealth , because you were selfish and hard - hearted and oppressive , and sinful in every kind of indulgence , therefore after death you re- ceived the reward of wickedness . This life you are ...
Side 103
... happy picture of the poet in his declining age . He was fond of feeding the farm animals , but , as his daughter says , " when the season came 66 for slaughtering the porkers , he generally managed it so PHILIP FRENEAU 103.
... happy picture of the poet in his declining age . He was fond of feeding the farm animals , but , as his daughter says , " when the season came 66 for slaughtering the porkers , he generally managed it so PHILIP FRENEAU 103.
Side 108
... happy inspiration that other poets than Aristophanes have won from the sullen batrachian song . Thoreau returns to the same theme more than once . " There is the faintest possible mist over the pond holes , " he writes six years later ...
... happy inspiration that other poets than Aristophanes have won from the sullen batrachian song . Thoreau returns to the same theme more than once . " There is the faintest possible mist over the pond holes , " he writes six years later ...
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Side 253 - Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate : I am the captain of my soul.
Side 18 - THEY told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead, They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed. I wept as I remember'd how often you and I Had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky...
Side 252 - How happy is he born and taught, That serveth not another's will; Whose armour is his honest thought, And simple truth his utmost skill...
Side 261 - Nature seem'd in love ; The lusty sap began to move ; Fresh juice did stir th' embracing vines ; And birds had drawn their valentines. The jealous trout, that low did lie, Rose at a well-dissembled fly ; There stood my friend, with patient skill, Attending of his trembling quill...
Side 147 - CHAUCER. AN old man in a lodge within a park; The chamber walls depicted all around With portraitures of huntsman, hawk, and hound, And the hurt deer. He listeneth to the lark, Whose song comes with the sunshine through the dark Of painted glass in leaden lattice bound; He listeneth and he laugheth at the sound, Then writeth in a book like any clerk.
Side 240 - You violets that first appear, By your pure purple mantles known Like the proud virgins of the year, As if the spring were all your own ; What are you when the rose is blown?
Side 96 - FAIR flower, that dost so comely grow, Hid in this silent, dull retreat, Untouched thy honied blossoms blow, Unseen thy little branches greet: No roving foot shall crush thee here, No busy hand provoke a tear. By Nature's self in white arrayed, She bade thee shun the vulgar eye...
Side 148 - ... chamber walls depicted all around With portraitures of huntsman, hawk, and hound, And the hurt deer. He listeneth to the lark, Whose song comes with the sunshine through the dark Of painted glass in leaden lattice bound ; He listeneth and he laugheth at the sound, Then writeth in a book like any clerk. He is the poet of the dawn, who wrote The Canterbury Tales, and his old age Made beautiful with song ; and as I read I hear the crowing cock, I hear the note Of lark and linnet, and from every...
Side 142 - I HEARD the trailing garments of the Night Sweep through her marble halls ! I saw her sable skirts all fringed with light From the celestial walls ! I felt her presence, by its spell of might, Stoop o'er me from above ; The calm, majestic presence of the Night, As of the one I love, I heard the sounds of sorrow and delight, The manifold, soft chimes, That fill the haunted...
Side 146 - We thought of wrecks upon the main, Of ships dismasted that were hailed And sent no answer back again.