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Pagina 4
... turned out men without imaginations , without the natural gift of emotional speech , and without the faculty of gazing honestly in her face . She does not work in that way . In the time of the mam- moth and the cave - bear she will give ...
... turned out men without imaginations , without the natural gift of emotional speech , and without the faculty of gazing honestly in her face . She does not work in that way . In the time of the mam- moth and the cave - bear she will give ...
Pagina 6
... turning her up with a plough . But his lines to a mountain daisy which he had turned down with the plough are full of a deeper humour still - a humorous sympathy with the vegetable no less than with the animal king- dom . There is ...
... turning her up with a plough . But his lines to a mountain daisy which he had turned down with the plough are full of a deeper humour still - a humorous sympathy with the vegetable no less than with the animal king- dom . There is ...
Pagina 18
... turned to thee , O sylvan Wye ! thou wanderer thro ' the woods , How often has my spirit turned to thee ! And now , with gleams of half - extinguished thought , With many recognitions dim and faint , And somewhat of a sad perplexity ...
... turned to thee , O sylvan Wye ! thou wanderer thro ' the woods , How often has my spirit turned to thee ! And now , with gleams of half - extinguished thought , With many recognitions dim and faint , And somewhat of a sad perplexity ...
Pagina 28
... turned aside and abused . But with the remembrance of what has been done , and in the face of the interminable evils which are threatened -a Spaniard can never have cause to complain of this while a follower of the tyrant remains in ...
... turned aside and abused . But with the remembrance of what has been done , and in the face of the interminable evils which are threatened -a Spaniard can never have cause to complain of this while a follower of the tyrant remains in ...
Pagina 33
... turned his charger as he spake Upon the river shore . ' O Brignall banks are fresh and fair ' was prob- ably suggested by the verse of ' Bothwell banks , ' which the traveller in Palestine , long before , heard sung by a woman to her ...
... turned his charger as he spake Upon the river shore . ' O Brignall banks are fresh and fair ' was prob- ably suggested by the verse of ' Bothwell banks , ' which the traveller in Palestine , long before , heard sung by a woman to her ...
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Chamber's Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical ..., Volume 3 Robert Chambers Volledige weergave - 1910 |
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Populaire passages
Pagina 428 - The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
Pagina 427 - Myself when young did eagerly frequent Doctor and Saint, and heard great argument About it and about : but evermore Came out by the same door where in I went...
Pagina 104 - NIGHTINGALE. MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, > Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Pagina 105 - Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death — Call'd him soft names, in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath : Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Pagina 18 - Is lightened: — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Pagina 105 - As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; 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?
Pagina 116 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me ; my spirit's bark is driven Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given ; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven ! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar ; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Pagina 35 - Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand ! If such there breathe, go, mark him well...
Pagina 106 - BRIGHT star ! would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night. And watching, with eternal lids apart. Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...
Pagina 28 - God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.