English Poetry from Blake to BrowningMethuen & Company, 1894 - 204 strán (strany) |
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... lines among the people , throwing them into groups that thought and felt differently upon almost all important questions . The unity of the nation's life was broken in upon , and an age of controversy ensued . In such an age there is no ...
... lines among the people , throwing them into groups that thought and felt differently upon almost all important questions . The unity of the nation's life was broken in upon , and an age of controversy ensued . In such an age there is no ...
Strana 35
... line is chiselled to a degree of perfection never before seen in English poetry . It cannot be denied that the poems of Collins and of Gray are artifical , artificiality of style was inevitable ; but they are in that highest style of ...
... line is chiselled to a degree of perfection never before seen in English poetry . It cannot be denied that the poems of Collins and of Gray are artifical , artificiality of style was inevitable ; but they are in that highest style of ...
Strana 37
... the grove but has its charms , Though each its hue peculiar ; paler some And of a warmish grey ; the willow such , And poplar that with silver lines his leaf , The lime at dewy eve Diffusing odours ; nor unnoted AN ERA OF TRANSITION 37.
... the grove but has its charms , Though each its hue peculiar ; paler some And of a warmish grey ; the willow such , And poplar that with silver lines his leaf , The lime at dewy eve Diffusing odours ; nor unnoted AN ERA OF TRANSITION 37.
Strana 52
... lines as these that recall the Elizabethan accent : - ' O , my love's like a red , red rose That's newly sprung in June ; O , my love's like a melody That's sweetly played in tune ' ; - or these , in whose pathos centres in briefest ...
... lines as these that recall the Elizabethan accent : - ' O , my love's like a red , red rose That's newly sprung in June ; O , my love's like a melody That's sweetly played in tune ' ; - or these , in whose pathos centres in briefest ...
Strana 63
... lines with splendid energy . ' Last noon beheld them full of lusty life , Last eve , in beauty's circle proudly gay , " The midnight brought the signal - sound of strife , The morn the marshalling in arms , —the day Battle's ...
... lines with splendid energy . ' Last noon beheld them full of lusty life , Last eve , in beauty's circle proudly gay , " The midnight brought the signal - sound of strife , The morn the marshalling in arms , —the day Battle's ...
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action artist Author of Mehalah ballad BARING GOULD beauty born breath Burns Byron Carlyle century charm classic Coleridge colour Cowper criticism Crown 8vo Dante delight diction died divine dramatic Edition emotion English poetry epic epic poetry expression faith feeling genius Goethe GORDON BROWNE grace Greek heart honours human humour ideal ideas imagination inspiring intellectual interest J. A. HOBSON Keats Landor language Leigh Hunt less literary literature lived lyric lyric poetry MABEL ROBINSON master Matthew Arnold melody Milton mind moods moral Nature never noble novel passion perfect perhaps philosophy Plato pleasure poems poet poet's poetic Pope prose race reader Romance Scott sense Shakespere Shelley Shelley's social song Sophocles soul Southey speak Spenser sphere spirit story style subjects Tennyson things thought tion true truth universal verse volume W. E. HENLEY W. G. COLLINGWOOD words Wordsworth write
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Strana 62 - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Strana 63 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms, — the day Battle's...
Strana 112 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But in embalmed darkness guess each sweet...
Strana 97 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy.
Strana 60 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again...
Strana 82 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Strana 79 - Wordsworth, on the other hand, was to propose to himself as his object, to give the charm of novelty to things of every day, and to excite a feeling analogous to the supernatural, by awakening the mind's attention from the lethargy of custom, and directing it to the loveliness and the wonders of the world before us...
Strana 120 - I STROVE with none, for none was worth my strife; Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art; I warmed both hands before the fire of life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart.
Strana 72 - The sword, the banner, and the field, Glory and Greece, around me see! The Spartan, borne upon his shield, Was not more free. Awake! (not Greece — she is awake!) Awake, my spirit! Think through whom Thy life-blood tracks its parent lake. And then strike home!
Strana 111 - She dwells with Beauty — Beauty that must die; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu...