Poets and Poetry: Being Articles Reprinted from the Literary Supplement of 'The Times,'Clarendon Press, 1911 - 217 sider |
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Poets and Poetry: Being Articles Reprinted from the Literary Supplement of ... John Cann Bailey Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2008 |
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A. C. BRADLEY admirable Aegisthus Aeschylus Aldeburgh Alexander Hume Alfieri Arnold beauty better Brock century character Chaucer Collins course Crabbe critic death delight doubt drama dramatist Dryden earth edition England English poetry essays eyes fact fame feel FitzGerald genius gift give glory Gray greater greatest Greek heart human imagination instance intellectual interest J. W. MACKAIL Jane Austen John Keats Johnson Keats language less literary literature live lyric Matthew Arnold Merope Milton mind Molière moral nature never novelist novels odes Omar once Pater perhaps Plato play pleasure poem poet poet's poetic prose Raleigh readers sall Scott sense Shakespeare Shelley Shelley's side Sidney sonnets Sophocles soul Spenser spirit stanza Swinburne theatre things thou thought tragedy translation true truth Vaughan verse voice W. B. Yeats Waverley Novels whole words Wordsworth Wordsworthian
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Side 50 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...
Side 137 - 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.
Side 127 - Three years she grew in sun and shower, Then Nature said, " A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take ; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own. " Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The Girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Side 52 - Then gin I thinke on that which Nature sayd, Of that same time when no more Change shall be, But stedfast rest of all things, firmely stayd Upon the pillours of Eternity, That is contrayr to Mutabilitie ; For all that moveth doth in Change delight : But thence-forth all shall rest eternally With Him that is the God of Sabaoth hight : O ! that great Sabaoth God, grant me that Sabaoths sight ! COMPLAINT OF THALIA (COMEDY).
Side 27 - J'aime le jeu, l'amour, les livres, la musique, La ville et la campagne, enfin tout ; il n'est rien Qui ne me soit souverain bien, Jusqu'au sombre plaisir d'un cœur mélancolique.
Side 180 - All is best, though we oft doubt, What the unsearchable dispose Of highest wisdom brings about, And ever best found in the close.
Side 138 - How high they soar'd above the crowd ! Theirs was no common party race, Jostling by dark intrigue for place ; Like fabled Gods, their mighty war Shook realms and nations in its jar ; Beneath each banner proud to stand, Look'd up the noblest of the land, Till through the British world were known The names of PITT and Fox alone.
Side 152 - Mute thou remainest — Mute ! yet I can read A wondrous lesson in thy silent face : Knowledge enormous makes a God of me. Names, deeds, gray legends, dire events, rebellions, Majesties, sovran voices, agonies, Creations and destroyings, all at once Pour into the wide hollows of my brain, And deify me, as if some blithe wine Or bright elixir peerless I had drunk, 119 And so become immortal.
Side 76 - ... hearts, Neglecting, she could take them: boys, like Cupids, Stood fanning, with their painted wings, the winds. That played about her face. But if she smiled A darting glory seemed to blaze abroad, That men's desiring eyes were never wearied, But hung upon the object: To soft flutes The silver oars kept time; and while they played, The hearing gave new pleasure to the sight; And both to thought.
Side 36 - No more, my dear, no more these counsels try ; 0 give my passions leave to run their race ; Let Fortune lay on me her worst disgrace ; Let folk o'ercharged with brain against me cry : Let clouds bedim my face, break in mine eye ; Let me no steps, but of lost...