The English Poets: Appendix to V.4: Browning, Matthew Arnold, TennysonMacmillan, 1894 - 1 страница |
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... Sand's greatest effectiveness . We have said that in counting up the literary influences that worked upon Arnold , the chief place must be given to the Greeks . He cared much less for the Latin than for the Greek writers , and was less ...
... Sand's greatest effectiveness . We have said that in counting up the literary influences that worked upon Arnold , the chief place must be given to the Greeks . He cared much less for the Latin than for the Greek writers , and was less ...
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... sand , Like some rich hyacinth which by the scythe Of an unskilful gardener has been cut , Mowing the garden grass - plots near its bed , And lies , a fragrant tower of purple bloom , On the mown , dying grass - so Sohrab lay , Lovely ...
... sand , Like some rich hyacinth which by the scythe Of an unskilful gardener has been cut , Mowing the garden grass - plots near its bed , And lies , a fragrant tower of purple bloom , On the mown , dying grass - so Sohrab lay , Lovely ...
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... sand , and take My head betwixt thy hands , and kiss my cheeks , And wash them with thy tears , and say : My son ! Quick ! quick ! for number'd are my sands of life , And swift ; for like the lightning to this field I came , and like ...
... sand , and take My head betwixt thy hands , and kiss my cheeks , And wash them with thy tears , and say : My son ! Quick ! quick ! for number'd are my sands of life , And swift ; for like the lightning to this field I came , and like ...
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... sands of Seistan , And seen the River of Helmund , and the Lake Of Zirrah ; and the aged Zal himself Has often stroked thy neck , and given thee food , Corn in a golden platter soak'd with wine , And said : O Ruksh ! bear Rustum well ...
... sands of Seistan , And seen the River of Helmund , and the Lake Of Zirrah ; and the aged Zal himself Has often stroked thy neck , and given thee food , Corn in a golden platter soak'd with wine , And said : O Ruksh ! bear Rustum well ...
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... sand , Near death , and by an ignorant stroke of thine , Not thou of mine ! and I might die , not thou ; And I , not thou , be borne to Seistan ; And Zal might weep above my grave , not thine ; And say : O son , I weep thee not too sore ...
... sand , Near death , and by an ignorant stroke of thine , Not thou of mine ! and I might die , not thou ; And I , not thou , be borne to Seistan ; And Zal might weep above my grave , not thine ; And say : O son , I weep thee not too sore ...
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Aral Sea Arnold beän beauty blank verse blood blow break breath Browning Browning's Camelot charm Chorasmian Circe dark dead dear death deep divine dramatic dream dying earth Eleänore English Excalibur eyes fight flow folds thy grave friends galloped gazed gloom glory Goethe golden gone Greek green that folds Guinevere hand hast hath head heard heart heaven Helmund hills honour human Iacchus Idylls King King Arthur Lady of Shalott land Let them rave light live lonely look'd Lucretius lyric MATTHEW ARNOLD moon never night o'er once Oxus peace poem poet poetry prose round Rustum sand Seistan shadows shine shore sing Sir Bedivere smiling Sohrab song Sophocles Sordello soul spirit stars stood stream sweet tears Tennyson thee thine things thought thro Thyrsis Tiresias Ulysses verse voice waves wild wind youth
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Страница 683 - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon!
Страница 764 - The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. The bridle bells rang merrily As he rode down to Camelot: And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, And as he rode his armour rung, Beside remote Shalott.
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Страница 761 - Camelot; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro' the wave that runs forever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot.