Shelburne Essays: 5th seriesPutnam, 1908 - 261 sider |
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Side 2
... lines as these On the Defenders of Tegea : Through these men's valour the smoke of the burning of wide - floored Tegea went not up to heaven , who chose to leave the city glad and free to their children , and themselves to die in the ...
... lines as these On the Defenders of Tegea : Through these men's valour the smoke of the burning of wide - floored Tegea went not up to heaven , who chose to leave the city glad and free to their children , and themselves to die in the ...
Side 5
... lines of some well - known poet quoted , and then each man in turn had to display his ingenuity . Another form of verse adapted to the more religious needs of the people was the epigram , or actual inscription , whether it were the ...
... lines of some well - known poet quoted , and then each man in turn had to display his ingenuity . Another form of verse adapted to the more religious needs of the people was the epigram , or actual inscription , whether it were the ...
Side 8
... three epigrams Dr. Mackail gives in his selection . One wishes he could have made room for Anyte's pretty lines on the dead locust and cicada , or for one at least of her pathetic epitaphs on young girls dying in their 8 SHELBURNE ESSAYS.
... three epigrams Dr. Mackail gives in his selection . One wishes he could have made room for Anyte's pretty lines on the dead locust and cicada , or for one at least of her pathetic epitaphs on young girls dying in their 8 SHELBURNE ESSAYS.
Side 9
... lines of Latin poetry : " En ego cum tenebris totâ vagor anxius urbe " ; there is the appeal to the night- lamp , whose repetition continues down to the elegy of André Chénier : Et toi , lampe nocturne , astre cher à l'amour , Sur le ...
... lines of Latin poetry : " En ego cum tenebris totâ vagor anxius urbe " ; there is the appeal to the night- lamp , whose repetition continues down to the elegy of André Chénier : Et toi , lampe nocturne , astre cher à l'amour , Sur le ...
Side 12
... lines over the Spartan tomb at Thermopyla : " O passer - by , tell the Lacedæmonians that we lie here obeying their orders " -but with it how much else ! The difference in the epigrams is all in the moral . The will has been loosened ...
... lines over the Spartan tomb at Thermopyla : " O passer - by , tell the Lacedæmonians that we lie here obeying their orders " -but with it how much else ! The difference in the epigrams is all in the moral . The will has been loosened ...
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Albertus Morton Anthology beauty character charm Cousin Phillis critic dead death Dickens divine edition emotion England English epigrams eyes feeling flower Freneau Friedrich Schlegel G. P. Putnam's Sons Gaskell Gaskell's genius gentleman George Gissing Gissing Gissing's Greek Greek Anthology happy heart honour Horace Walpole human humour labour Laïs language least letters light lines literary literature living London Longfellow Lord Chesterfield Lucretius Mary Barton master memory mind moral nature never night Novalis novels passed passion pathos Paul Elmer perhaps philosophy poems poet poetry political poverty reader religion remember romantic satire scene sense shadow sonnets soul spirit stanza sweet Sylvia's Lovers taste Tegea thee theme things Thomson Thoreau thou thought tion to-day touch turn Venice verse volumes Walpole weary whole words Wotton writes written wrote
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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.