An Introduction to the Study of PoetryK. Paul, Trench & Company, 1882 - Всего страниц: 328 |
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... dark ground , ” said I. " But whence comes this dark ground ? " " It is the powerful shadow , " said I , " thrown by a cluster of trees towards the figures . But what is this ? " I continued with surprise ; " why , the figures throw ...
... dark ground , ” said I. " But whence comes this dark ground ? " " It is the powerful shadow , " said I , " thrown by a cluster of trees towards the figures . But what is this ? " I continued with surprise ; " why , the figures throw ...
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... dark background is a sign of littleness rather than of greatness . At the same time , this denial of the subservience of art to natural laws , this declaration of its autonomy by one of the greatest of artists and deepest of thinkers ...
... dark background is a sign of littleness rather than of greatness . At the same time , this denial of the subservience of art to natural laws , this declaration of its autonomy by one of the greatest of artists and deepest of thinkers ...
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... with lovely eyebrows and complexion , With beautiful cheeks and face , ox eyes , snow - white skin ; Dark - eyed , tender , a grove full of charms ; White - armed , delicate , breathing beauty undisguised : ART CREATION . 59.
... with lovely eyebrows and complexion , With beautiful cheeks and face , ox eyes , snow - white skin ; Dark - eyed , tender , a grove full of charms ; White - armed , delicate , breathing beauty undisguised : ART CREATION . 59.
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... darkness with his left hand , the following words seem to me to give a conception far grander and more vivid than could volumes of description : - “ And he spake no word to us ; but looked like one Whom other care urges and incites than ...
... darkness with his left hand , the following words seem to me to give a conception far grander and more vivid than could volumes of description : - “ And he spake no word to us ; but looked like one Whom other care urges and incites than ...
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... dark locks her ivory brow ; and from between her eyebrows let the nose descend in a gently sloping line , unbroken yet not straight ; and let thy picture have , as she too has , dark arched eyebrows that meet and mingle imperceptibly ...
... dark locks her ivory brow ; and from between her eyebrows let the nose descend in a gently sloping line , unbroken yet not straight ; and let thy picture have , as she too has , dark arched eyebrows that meet and mingle imperceptibly ...
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Стр. 83 - I see before me the Gladiator lie; He leans upon his hand, — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony. And his drooped head sinks gradually low, And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow, From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him, — he is gone Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
Стр. 196 - Lyrical Ballads, in which it was agreed that my endeavours should be directed to persons and characters supernatural, or at least romantic — yet so as to transfer from our inward nature a human interest and a semblance of truth sufficient to procure for these shadows of imagination that willing suspension of disbelief, for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.
Стр. 277 - I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me; and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture...
Стр. 266 - He is made one with Nature. There is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder to the song of night's sweet bird. He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone ; Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own, Which wields the world with never-wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Стр. 102 - The other Shape — If shape it might be called that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb; Or substance might be called that shadow seemed, For each seemed either — black it stood as Night, Fierce as ten Furies, terrible as Hell, And shook a dreadful dart: what seemed his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
Стр. 258 - Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self ! Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
Стр. 239 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Стр. 317 - 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. 212 - The immeasurable height Of woods decaying, never to be decayed, The stationary blasts of waterfalls, And in the narrow rent at every turn Winds thwarting winds, bewildered and forlorn, The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky...
Стр. 119 - I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro' darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope.