Brief Literary CriticismsMacmillan and Company, limited, 1906 - Всего страниц: 417 |
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... true gift for literature necessarily wards off the minds of men from politics . In its higher imaginative forms it is very apt to do so . The Muses are jealous mistresses , and will not lend their higher gifts of song to any one who ...
... true gift for literature necessarily wards off the minds of men from politics . In its higher imaginative forms it is very apt to do so . The Muses are jealous mistresses , and will not lend their higher gifts of song to any one who ...
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... true poets feel this shadowiness of practical aims so deeply , that if by chance they get drawn into the eddy , they are only too thankful when at last they find themselves once stranded on the terra firma of ideal life . But still ...
... true poets feel this shadowiness of practical aims so deeply , that if by chance they get drawn into the eddy , they are only too thankful when at last they find themselves once stranded on the terra firma of ideal life . But still ...
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... true , for the battle - cry sometimes strikes a kind of fire out of a man which nothing else elicits , -yet does it count for much whether he dreams a happier dream or not ? Surely the man who has the instincts of a warrior is not the ...
... true , for the battle - cry sometimes strikes a kind of fire out of a man which nothing else elicits , -yet does it count for much whether he dreams a happier dream or not ? Surely the man who has the instincts of a warrior is not the ...
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... true self into his life than the literary man who , feeling the same attraction to politics , abstains only in order to avoid the racket of his own imaginative nature . There is something heroic in the devotion of the man who , feeling ...
... true self into his life than the literary man who , feeling the same attraction to politics , abstains only in order to avoid the racket of his own imaginative nature . There is something heroic in the devotion of the man who , feeling ...
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... true of moral purpose is equally true of literary impressions . It is the age of reserve which prepares the way for the age of literary splendour 16 THE STORING OF LITERARY POWER.
... true of moral purpose is equally true of literary impressions . It is the age of reserve which prepares the way for the age of literary splendour 16 THE STORING OF LITERARY POWER.
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Стр. 109 - I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not, — The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow?
Стр. 112 - 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.
Стр. 277 - But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloister's pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.
Стр. 131 - Pressed closely palm to palm and to his mouth Uplifted, he, as through an instrument, Blew mimic hootings to the silent owls, That they might answer him. — And they would shout Across the watery vale, and shout again, Responsive to his call, — with quivering peals, And long halloos, and screams, and echoes loud Redoubled and redoubled; concourse wild Of jocund din!
Стр. 76 - Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied ; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came, dim and sad And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed,- — she had Another morn than ours.
Стр. 266 - He took the suffering human race, He read each wound, each weakness clear; And struck his finger on the place, And said : Thou ailest here, and here...
Стр. 101 - To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy Power, which seems omnipotent; To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates...
Стр. 278 - Swinging slow with sullen roar; Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed place will fit, Where glowing embers through the room Teach light to counterfeit a gloom...
Стр. 269 - So, some tempestuous morn in early June, When the year's primal burst of bloom is o'er, Before the roses and the longest day — When garden-walks and all the grassy floor With blossoms red and white of fallen May And chestnut-flowers are strewn — So have I heard the cuckoo's parting cry, From the wet field, through the vext garden-trees, Come with the volleying rain and tossing breeze: The bloom is gone, and with the bloom go I!
Стр. 340 - River-Lip on which we lean — Ah, lean upon it lightly! for who knows From what once lovely Lip it springs unseen! XXI Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears TO-DAY of past Regret and future Fears : To-morrow! — Why, To-morrow I may be Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n thousand Years.