Literary Leaders of Modern EnglandChautauqua Press, 1902 - 275 páginas |
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... color , and Burns's poems touch us by their artless rusticity not less than by their artistic beauty . Wordsworth himself has told us how " admirably has Burns given way to these impulses of nature , both with reference to himself and ...
... color , and Burns's poems touch us by their artless rusticity not less than by their artistic beauty . Wordsworth himself has told us how " admirably has Burns given way to these impulses of nature , both with reference to himself and ...
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... color is also perfect , and in nothing is he so great an artist as in his power of con- veying in a phrase the exact truth of the things he sees . When he speaks of the voice of the stock - dove as " buried among trees , ' ' he uses the ...
... color is also perfect , and in nothing is he so great an artist as in his power of con- veying in a phrase the exact truth of the things he sees . When he speaks of the voice of the stock - dove as " buried among trees , ' ' he uses the ...
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... color , but which deals in cool and silvery grays , unnoticed by the taste which seeks startling and sensational effects , but infinitely refreshing to tired eyes which have long since turned from the sensational in resentment and ...
... color , but which deals in cool and silvery grays , unnoticed by the taste which seeks startling and sensational effects , but infinitely refreshing to tired eyes which have long since turned from the sensational in resentment and ...
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... colors his writings , he has noth- ing new to say about her . There is , however , one quality which distinguishes his view of nature from that of other poets , viz . , the scien- tific accuracy of his observation . Nature to him is ...
... colors his writings , he has noth- ing new to say about her . There is , however , one quality which distinguishes his view of nature from that of other poets , viz . , the scien- tific accuracy of his observation . Nature to him is ...
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... color too warm , a hint only of human heat , would upset the balance and turn a poem which sparkles with a crystal purity into a poem brilliant only with the iridescence of corrupt conception . Such a theme could scarcely , indeed , to ...
... color too warm , a hint only of human heat , would upset the balance and turn a poem which sparkles with a crystal purity into a poem brilliant only with the iridescence of corrupt conception . Such a theme could scarcely , indeed , to ...
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Página 179 - The year's at the spring And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearled; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn: God's in his heaven — All's right with the world!
Página 251 - And cometh from afar: Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God, who is our home: Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison-house begin to close Upon the growing Boy, But He beholds the light, and whence it flows, He sees it in his joy; The Youth, who daily farther from the east Must travel, still is Nature's Priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended; At length the Man perceives it die away, And fade into...
Página 21 - One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, Of moral evil and of good Than all the sages can.
Página 133 - So careful of the type?' but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries, 'A thousand types are gone: I care for nothing, all shall go. Thou makest thine appeal to me: I bring to life, I bring to death: The spirit does but mean the breath: I know no more.
Página 132 - That nothing walks with aimless feet; That not one life shall be destroy'd, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Página 175 - The very God! think, Abib; dost thou think? So, the All-Great, were the All-Loving too — So, through the thunder comes a human voice Saying, "O heart I made, a heart beats here! "Face, my hands fashioned, see it in myself! "Thou hast no power nor mayst conceive of mine, "But love I gave thee, with myself to love, "And thou must love me who have died for thee!
Página 251 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own ; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And even with something of a Mother's mind, And no unworthy aim, The homely Nurse doth all she can To make her Foster-child, her Inmate Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the child among his new-born blisses A six years...
Página 20 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Página 259 - Until they won her ; for indeed I knew Of no more subtle master under heaven Than is the maiden passion for a maid, Not only to keep down the base in man, But . teach high thought, and amiable words And courtliness, and the desire of fame, And love of truth, and all that makes a man.
Página 159 - There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is naught, is silence implying sound; What was good shall be good, with, for evil, so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.