Studies in Literature (first Series)University Press, 1924 - 307 страница |
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... soul almost out of his body . The fame of it spreads almost as pollen is wafted on the wind : but spreads , and alights , and fertilizes . Forthwith , in all the far corners of Europe , young men are packing their knapsacks , bidding ...
... soul almost out of his body . The fame of it spreads almost as pollen is wafted on the wind : but spreads , and alights , and fertilizes . Forthwith , in all the far corners of Europe , young men are packing their knapsacks , bidding ...
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... soul , I die , Mother dear , I die . ' O the rose , the gentle rose , And the fennel that grows so green ! God give us grace in every place To pray for our king and queen . Furthermore for our enemies all Our prayers they should be ...
... soul , I die , Mother dear , I die . ' O the rose , the gentle rose , And the fennel that grows so green ! God give us grace in every place To pray for our king and queen . Furthermore for our enemies all Our prayers they should be ...
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... soul , That died upon the rood ! For he was a good outlaw , And did poor men much good . And here finally is the well - known Lyke Wake Dirge , so weird and wonderful : This ae nighte , this ae nighte , -Every nighte and alle , Fire and ...
... soul , That died upon the rood ! For he was a good outlaw , And did poor men much good . And here finally is the well - known Lyke Wake Dirge , so weird and wonderful : This ae nighte , this ae nighte , -Every nighte and alle , Fire and ...
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... soul drew back , Guilty of dust and sin . But quick - eyed Love , observing me grow slack From my first entrance in , Drew nearer to me , sweetly questioning If I lack'd anything . ' A guest , ' I answer'd , ' worthy ' CLASSICAL ' AND ...
... soul drew back , Guilty of dust and sin . But quick - eyed Love , observing me grow slack From my first entrance in , Drew nearer to me , sweetly questioning If I lack'd anything . ' A guest , ' I answer'd , ' worthy ' CLASSICAL ' AND ...
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... soul before other peoples ' great literature : and by con- sequence - it may seem a strange thing to assert of them- they don't take pains enough ; they don't take the trouble because they don't see it . They are at ease in other ...
... soul before other peoples ' great literature : and by con- sequence - it may seem a strange thing to assert of them- they don't take pains enough ; they don't take the trouble because they don't see it . They are at ease in other ...
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admire Alfoxden anapaests ballad beauty Ben Jonson Brecknockshire called century Charles Reade Christ's Hospital Christe receive thy classical Coleridge criticism dead dear death Donne doth earth England eyes famous father feel genius Gentlemen George Meredith German Hardy hath heart heaven Herbert holy Horace Horatian Ipsden Lady light living London Lord lyrical Mary Matthew Arnold Menexenus Meredith Milton mind morning mother mystic nations nature Nether Stowey never night Oxford passion patriotism Plato poet poetic poetry poor Pope Pre-Raphaelites prose quote receive thy saule Roman secret sense sing Sir Patrick Spens song sonnet soul spirit stanza stars sweet Swinburne Swinburne's Tam Lin tell thee things Thomas Hardy thou thought Thucydides Traherne true truth Vaughan verse wonder word Wordsworth write written wrote young youth
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Страница 151 - I will rise now, and go about the city In the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth : I sought him, but I found him not.
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Страница 145 - The corn was orient and immortal wheat, which never should be reaped, nor was ever sown. I thought it had stood from everlasting to everlasting. The dust and stones of the street were as precious as gold: the gates were at first the end of the world.
Страница 148 - Tis true, with shame and grief I yield, Thou like the van first took'st the field, And gotten hast the victory In thus adventuring to die Before me, whose more years might crave A just precedence in the grave. But hark ! my pulse, like a soft drum, Beats my approach, tells thee I come ; And slow howe'er my marches be, I shall at last sit down by thee.
Страница 216 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
Страница 210 - The thin gray cloud is spread on high, It covers but not hides the sky. The moon is behind, and at the full; And yet she looks both small and dull.
Страница 121 - Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until the breath of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul; While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Страница 134 - Dear, beauteous death ; the jewel of the just ! Shining nowhere but in the dark ; What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust, Could man outlook that mark...
Страница 138 - OF man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste Brought death into the world, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and regain the blissful seat, Sing, heavenly Muse...
Страница 121 - Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness.