The Advance of English Poetry in the Twentieth CenturyDodd, Mead, 1918 - 343 страница |
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... dark into the dream Over the hills and far away . In temperament Henley was an Elizabethan . Ben Jonson might have irritated him , but he would have got along very well with Kit Marlowe . He was an Elizabethan in the spaciousness of his ...
... dark into the dream Over the hills and far away . In temperament Henley was an Elizabethan . Ben Jonson might have irritated him , but he would have got along very well with Kit Marlowe . He was an Elizabethan in the spaciousness of his ...
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William Lyon Phelps. Lift up thy head and hark what sounds are in the dark , For His feet are coming to thee on the waters ! O Lily of the King !, I shall not see , that sing , I shall not see the hour of thy queening ! But my song shall ...
William Lyon Phelps. Lift up thy head and hark what sounds are in the dark , For His feet are coming to thee on the waters ! O Lily of the King !, I shall not see , that sing , I shall not see the hour of thy queening ! But my song shall ...
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... dark The floating smell of flowers invisible , The mystic yearning of the garden wet , The moonless - passing night ... darkness that we feel is green . When the long day that glideth without cloud , The summer day , was at her deep blue ...
... dark The floating smell of flowers invisible , The mystic yearning of the garden wet , The moonless - passing night ... darkness that we feel is green . When the long day that glideth without cloud , The summer day , was at her deep blue ...
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... least expect it , in the eulogy on Glad- stone . Even the most sure - footed bards often miss their path in the Dark Valley . Yet in these seven stanzas on the Old Parliamentary Hand there is not 40 ADVANCE OF ENGLISH POETRY.
... least expect it , in the eulogy on Glad- stone . Even the most sure - footed bards often miss their path in the Dark Valley . Yet in these seven stanzas on the Old Parliamentary Hand there is not 40 ADVANCE OF ENGLISH POETRY.
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... dark and fluttering heart Endymion knows . Alfred Noyes is " among the English poets . His position is secure . But because he has never identified himself with the " new " poetry - either in choice of material or in free verse and poly ...
... dark and fluttering heart Endymion knows . Alfred Noyes is " among the English poets . His position is secure . But because he has never identified himself with the " new " poetry - either in choice of material or in free verse and poly ...
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Страница 64 - I proposed to myself in these poems was to choose incidents and situations from common life, and to relate or describe them, throughout, as far as was possible, in a selection of language really used by men, and, at the. same time, to throw over them a certain colouring of imagination, whereby ordinary things should be presented to the mind in an unusual way...
Страница 64 - Humble and rustic life was generally chosen, because, in that condition, the essential passions of the heart find a better soil in which they can attain their maturity, are less under restraint, and speak a plainer and more emphatic language; because in that condition of life our elementary feelings co-exist in a state of greater simplicity, and, consequently, may be more accurately contemplated, and more forcibly communicated ; because the manners of rural life germinate from those elementary feelings,...
Страница 187 - Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own.
Страница 54 - LOVELIEST of trees, the cherry now Is hung with bloom along the bough, And stands about the woodland ride Wearing white for Eastertide. Now, of my threescore years and ten, Twenty will not come again, And take from seventy springs a score, It only leaves me fifty more. 3 And since to look at things in bloom Fifty springs are little room, About the woodlands I will go To see the cherry hung with snow.
Страница 116 - Oh, is the water sweet and cool, Gentle and brown, above the pool? And laughs the immortal river still Under the mill, under the mill?
Страница 149 - O'Leary in the grave. Was it for this the wild geese spread The grey wing upon every tide; For this that all that blood was shed, For this Edward Fitzgerald died,. And Robert Emmet and Wolfe Tone, All that delirium of the brave? Romantic Ireland's dead and gone, It's with O'Leary in the grave.
Страница 155 - Unlike the rhetoricians, who get a confident voice from remembering the crowd they have won or may win, we...
Страница 207 - Booth led boldly with his big bass drum — (Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb?) The Saints smiled gravely and they said: "He's come." (Are you washed in the blood of the Lamb...
Страница 54 - Ay, she lies down lightly, She lies not down to weep: Your girl is well contented. Be still, my lad, and sleep. 'Is my friend hearty, Now I am thin and pine, And has he found to sleep in A better bed than mine?
Страница 53 - Out of a stem that scored the hand I wrung it in a weary land. But take it: if the smack is sour, The better for the embittered hour; It should do good to heart and head When your soul is in my soul's stead; And I will friend you, if I may, In the dark and cloudy day.