Loiterings in Old Fields: Literary SketchesEaton & Mains, 1901 - 250 páginas |
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... from the minds of those to whom for half a century his name has been synonymous with the noblest functions of a bard . At length this prince of song takes his place in that clear light of the woman of his choice until many years after he.
... from the minds of those to whom for half a century his name has been synonymous with the noblest functions of a bard . At length this prince of song takes his place in that clear light of the woman of his choice until many years after he.
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... clear in the following lines to a friend : Why should I be selfish and not suffer an honor- as Gladstone says - to be done to literature in my name ? For myself I felt , especially in the dark days that may be coming on , that a peerage ...
... clear in the following lines to a friend : Why should I be selfish and not suffer an honor- as Gladstone says - to be done to literature in my name ? For myself I felt , especially in the dark days that may be coming on , that a peerage ...
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... clear harp in divers tones , have reference to Goethe , for whom Ten- nyson entertained an abiding admiration . Though the poet was excessively shy in the presence of strangers , when the strange- ness had worn away his companionship ...
... clear harp in divers tones , have reference to Goethe , for whom Ten- nyson entertained an abiding admiration . Though the poet was excessively shy in the presence of strangers , when the strange- ness had worn away his companionship ...
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... till quite modern times . As to the surface decoration on pottery , it is clear it must never be printed . " When , at the beginning of 1862 , tiles were required for the " Red House , " there were no LOITERINGS IN OLD FIELDS 63.
... till quite modern times . As to the surface decoration on pottery , it is clear it must never be printed . " When , at the beginning of 1862 , tiles were required for the " Red House , " there were no LOITERINGS IN OLD FIELDS 63.
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... clear of storm and threat , But midst the lightning did the fair sun die- Ah ! he shall rise again for ages yet , He cannot waste his life - but thou and I— Who knows if next morn this felicity My lips may feel , or if thou still shalt ...
... clear of storm and threat , But midst the lightning did the fair sun die- Ah ! he shall rise again for ages yet , He cannot waste his life - but thou and I— Who knows if next morn this felicity My lips may feel , or if thou still shalt ...
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Loiterings in Old Fields; Literary Sketches James B. 1858-1924 Kenyon Sin vista previa disponible - 2015 |
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Términos y frases comunes
Adam Bede afterward Alfred Tennyson appeared Arthur Hallam artist beautiful began breath brother Browning charming Chaucer Christina Dante Gabriel Rossetti Dante Rossetti death deep delight early earth Edmund Lushington English expressed eyes father feel friends genius George Eliot George Henry Lewes grass Guinevere Hallam hand happy heart heaven hope human impression instincts JOHN KEATS Keats Keats's Kelmscott knew letter Lewes lines literary live look Lowell Lowell's ment mind Miss Morris's mother nature ness never night novelist once passed passion perhaps poem poet poet's poetical poetry poor portray Preraphaelite Robert Louis Stevenson Romola says Scenes of Clerical seemed Sellwood sister Somersby song sorrow soul spirit Stevenson Story sweet taste things thou thought tion ture turn utterances verse voice volume W. E. Henley wife William Morris wind woman words writes written young
Pasajes populares
Página 94 - Out went the taper as she hurried in ; Its little smoke, in pallid moonshine, died: She closed the door, she panted, all akin To spirits of the air, and visions wide : No uttered syllable, or, woe betide ! But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side ; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled in her dell.
Página 162 - When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain; I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on, as if in pain: And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise nor set, Haply I may remember, And haply may forget.
Página 69 - THE STORY OF SIGURD THE VOLSUNG. and the Fall of the Niblungs.
Página 135 - Oh may I join the choir invisible Of those immortal dead who live again In minds made better by their presence...
Página 148 - THE blessed damozel leaned out From the gold bar of Heaven ; Her eyes were deeper than the depth Of waters stilled at even ; She had three lilies in her hand, And the stars in her hair were seven.
Página 162 - A BIRTHDAY My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot: My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea; My heart is gladder than all these Because my love is come to me.
Página 95 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair ; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud.
Página 94 - Of fruits, and flowers, and bunches of knot-grass, And diamonded with panes of quaint device, Innumerable of stains and splendid dyes, As are the tiger-moth's deep-damask'd wings; And in the midst, 'mong thousand heraldries, And twilight saints, and dim emblazonings, A shielded scutcheon blush'd with blood of queens and kings.
Página 96 - It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell Gluts twice ten thousand caverns, till the spell Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound. Often 'tis in such gentle temper found, That scarcely will the very smallest shell Be moved for days from whence it sometime fell, When last the winds of heaven were unbound. Oh ye ! who have your eye-balls...
Página 136 - May I reach That purest heaven, be to other souls The cup of strength in some great agony, Enkindle generous ardor, feed pure love, Beget the smiles that have no cruelty — Be the sweet presence of a good diffused, And In diffusion ever more intense. So shall I join the choir invisible Whose music is the gladness of the world.