Studies in PoetryDuckworth, 1910 - Всего страниц: 253 |
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... W. H. HUDSON Green Mansions : A Romance of the Tropical Forest RICHARD JEFFERIES Amaryllis at the Fair Bevis : The Story of a Boy GEORGE Bourne Memoirs of a Surrey Labourer STUDIES IN POETRY BY STOPFORD A. BROOKE UNIVERSITY um 150.
... W. H. HUDSON Green Mansions : A Romance of the Tropical Forest RICHARD JEFFERIES Amaryllis at the Fair Bevis : The Story of a Boy GEORGE Bourne Memoirs of a Surrey Labourer STUDIES IN POETRY BY STOPFORD A. BROOKE UNIVERSITY um 150.
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... nineteenth century's early poetry . It is their sympathy with the aggressive ideas of the Revolution . Blake was a born Republican . Of all the men with whom he associated ( and the story goes that he saved Tom WILLIAM BLAKE 25.
... nineteenth century's early poetry . It is their sympathy with the aggressive ideas of the Revolution . Blake was a born Republican . Of all the men with whom he associated ( and the story goes that he saved Tom WILLIAM BLAKE 25.
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Stopford Augustus Brooke. associated ( and the story goes that he saved Tom Paine from the gallows ) , he was the only one who donned in the open streets the red cap of the Republic . Long before Wordsworth and Coleridge , he put the ...
Stopford Augustus Brooke. associated ( and the story goes that he saved Tom Paine from the gallows ) , he was the only one who donned in the open streets the red cap of the Republic . Long before Wordsworth and Coleridge , he put the ...
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... story of a beautiful lady who was one day brought to see him . He looked at her and said , May God make this world , my child , as beautiful to you as it has been to me . ' Thus , formed of love and joy , his constant life was Praise of ...
... story of a beautiful lady who was one day brought to see him . He looked at her and said , May God make this world , my child , as beautiful to you as it has been to me . ' Thus , formed of love and joy , his constant life was Praise of ...
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... story- telling of wild love and sorrow ; to establish that pleasure , so that in after - years they carry with them the power to make all lands romantic ; to nourish into strength and passion the romantic heart - this is Scott's ...
... story- telling of wild love and sorrow ; to establish that pleasure , so that in after - years they carry with them the power to make all lands romantic ; to nourish into strength and passion the romantic heart - this is Scott's ...
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Æschylus Alastor ballads beauty belongs Blake blank verse Border breathed Byron Celtic child clouds colour County Guy cries delight described dream earth elements Emilia emotion Endymion England English poetry Epipsychidion Eve of St expression eyes fancy feeling felt fire flowers forgiveness hear heart Heaven human Hyperion ideal ideas imagination impulse Keats Lamia land landscape lived loveliness lovers Lowland Marmion mingled Minstrel morality nature never noble pain pass passion past phrase pleasure poem poetic poets praise Prometheus Unbound pure realise romantic sake scenery Scott Shelley Shelley's sing Songs of Experience Songs of Innocence sorrow soul spirit story strange stream sweet swift temper tender tender song thee theme things thou thought tion touch true truth verse weary whole wild wind winged wonder Wordsworth write written wrote youth
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Стр. 223 - And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease; For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Стр. 17 - I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I water'd it in fears, Night & morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles. And it grew both day and night, Till it bore an apple bright; And my foe beheld it shine, And he knew that it was mine, And into my garden stole When the night had...
Стр. 173 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is; What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth!
Стр. 52 - I went to the Garden of Love, And saw what I never had seen: A Chapel was built in the midst, Where I used to play on the green. And the gates of this Chapel were shut, And 'Thou shalt not...
Стр. 208 - Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth Of noble natures, of the gloomy days, Of all the unhealthy and o'erdarkened ways Made for our searching : yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits.
Стр. 172 - The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss, and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them!
Стр. 106 - Proud Maisie is in the wood, Walking so early; Sweet Robin sits on the bush, Singing so rarely. '"Tell me, thou bonny bird. When shall I marry me?' 'When six braw gentlemen Kirkward shall carry ye.' '"Who makes the bridal bed, Birdie, say truly?' — 'The grey-headed sexton, That delves the grave duly. "The glow-worm o'er grave and stone Shall light thee steady; The owl from the steeple sing, 'Welcome, proud lady.
Стр. 14 - THE sun descending in the west The evening star does shine, The birds are silent in their nest And I must seek for mine, The moon, like a flower In heaven's high bower, With silent delight Sits and smiles on the night...
Стр. 114 - From wandering on a foreign strand ? If such there breathe, go mark him well : For him no minstrel raptures swell ; High though his titles, proud his name, Boundless his wealth as wish can claim ; Despite those titles, power and pelf, The wretch, concentred all in self, Living, shall forfeit fair renown, And, doubly dying, shall go down To the vile dust, from whence he sprung, Unwept, unhonored and unsung.
Стр. 222 - Happiness. I look not for it if it be not in the present hour. Nothing startles me beyond the Moment. The setting sun will always set me to rights, or if a Sparrow come before my Window, I take part in its existence and pick about the Gravel.