Lectures on Poetry: Delivered at OxfordSmith, Elder, 1877 - Всего страниц: 292 |
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... once got hold of them , was to keep them in the Taylor Building till I had done speaking , if I could : accordingly , I thought it better to avoid all attempts at subtle criticism . I tried instead to interest my audience ( and I may ...
... once got hold of them , was to keep them in the Taylor Building till I had done speaking , if I could : accordingly , I thought it better to avoid all attempts at subtle criticism . I tried instead to interest my audience ( and I may ...
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... but reasonable that I should attach this Ode to the Lectures , and , that once done , the few pieces of verse lying about in my drawers naturally followed in its wake . Two of these poems - namely , ' The Loss PREFACE . ix.
... but reasonable that I should attach this Ode to the Lectures , and , that once done , the few pieces of verse lying about in my drawers naturally followed in its wake . Two of these poems - namely , ' The Loss PREFACE . ix.
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... once from the lips of the unsympathising Archdeacon . Everybody agreed with Paley , of course ; but , in justice to Mrs. Barrington , I must add , that the Bishop nobody believed . Now , with regard to personal beauty , as with regard ...
... once from the lips of the unsympathising Archdeacon . Everybody agreed with Paley , of course ; but , in justice to Mrs. Barrington , I must add , that the Bishop nobody believed . Now , with regard to personal beauty , as with regard ...
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... once had been well known to him : And oh what joy the recollection now Sent to his heart ! He lifted up his eyes , And , looking round , imagined that he saw Strange alteration wrought on every side Among the woods and fields , and that ...
... once had been well known to him : And oh what joy the recollection now Sent to his heart ! He lifted up his eyes , And , looking round , imagined that he saw Strange alteration wrought on every side Among the woods and fields , and that ...
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... once more . Being a sensitive man , however , his nerves are on the stretch ; there is a fighting at his heart , so that he cannot bring himself to ask his old friend , the Vicar , who takes him for a stranger , the plain direct ...
... once more . Being a sensitive man , however , his nerves are on the stretch ; there is a fighting at his heart , so that he cannot bring himself to ask his old friend , the Vicar , who takes him for a stranger , the plain direct ...
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Стр. 167 - And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful; for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night. Do not laugh at me; For (as I am a man) I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
Стр. 26 - Magnificent The morning rose, in memorable pomp, Glorious as e'er I had beheld — in front, The sea lay laughing at a distance ; near, The solid mountains shone, bright as the clouds, Grain-tinctured, drenched in empyrean light ; And in the meadows and the lower grounds Was all the sweetness of a common dawn-- Dews, vapours, and the melody of birds, And labourers going forth to till the fields.
Стр. 185 - 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!
Стр. 27 - Nor uninformed with Phantasy, and looks That threaten the profane; a pillared shade, Upon whose grassless floor of red-brown hue, By sheddings from the pining umbrage tinged Perennially — beneath whose sable roof Of boughs, as if for festal purpose decked With unrejoicing berries — ghostly Shapes May meet at noontide; Fear and trembling Hope, Silence and Foresight; Death the Skeleton And Time the Shadow ; — there to celebrate, As in a natural temple scattered o'er With altars undisturbed of...
Стр. 53 - I dipped my oars into the silent lake, And, as I rose upon the stroke, my boat Went heaving through the water like a swan When, from behind that craggy steep till then The horizon's bound, a huge peak, black and huge, As if with voluntary power instinct Upreared its head.
Стр. 27 - But worthier still of note Are those fraternal Four of Borrowdale, Joined in one solemn and capacious grove; Huge trunks ! and each particular trunk a growth Of intertwisted fibres serpentine Up-coiling, and inveterately convolved ; Nor uninformed with Phantasy, and looks That threaten the profane; — a pillared shade, Yew-trees.
Стр. 160 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Стр. 196 - He's here in double trust : First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed ; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
Стр. 107 - Seemed to have known a better day ; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy. The last of all the Bards was he, Who sung of Border chivalry...
Стр. 211 - Some heavenly music, (which even now I do,) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.