Tennyson: Poet, Philosopher, Idealist: Studies of the Life, Work, and Teaching of the Poet LaureateK. Paul, Trench, Trübner & Company, Limited, 1893 - 370 páginas |
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... deep , deep blue Slumber'd unfathomable , and the stars Were flooded over with clear glory and pale . I gazed upon the sheeny coast beyond , There where the Giant of old Time infix'd The limits of his prowess , pillars high Long time ...
... deep , deep blue Slumber'd unfathomable , and the stars Were flooded over with clear glory and pale . I gazed upon the sheeny coast beyond , There where the Giant of old Time infix'd The limits of his prowess , pillars high Long time ...
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... deep faith , the while Above her head the weak lamp dips and winks Unto the fearful summoning without : Nathless she even clasps the marble knees , Bathes the cold hand with tears , and gazeth on Those eyes which wear no light but that ...
... deep faith , the while Above her head the weak lamp dips and winks Unto the fearful summoning without : Nathless she even clasps the marble knees , Bathes the cold hand with tears , and gazeth on Those eyes which wear no light but that ...
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... deep air . The Moon's white cities , and the opal width Of her small glowing lakes , her silver heights Unvisited with dew of vagrant cloud , And the unsounded , undescended depth Of her black hollows . The clear galaxy Shorn of its ...
... deep air . The Moon's white cities , and the opal width Of her small glowing lakes , her silver heights Unvisited with dew of vagrant cloud , And the unsounded , undescended depth Of her black hollows . The clear galaxy Shorn of its ...
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... deep " - Then once by man and angels to be seen , In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die . As the poet finished reading , one of the friends , more ribald than the rest , exclaimed , “ That will be a pretty kettle of fish ...
... deep " - Then once by man and angels to be seen , In roaring he shall rise and on the surface die . As the poet finished reading , one of the friends , more ribald than the rest , exclaimed , “ That will be a pretty kettle of fish ...
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... deep insight into human nature , and into those particular trials which are sure to beset men who think and feel for themselves at this epoch of social development . " Leigh Hunt thought the poem might have been written by Crashaw " in ...
... deep insight into human nature , and into those particular trials which are sure to beset men who think and feel for themselves at this epoch of social development . " Leigh Hunt thought the poem might have been written by Crashaw " in ...
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Tennyson: Poet, Philosopher, Idealist: Studies of the Life, Work, and ... John Cuming Walters Vista previa limitada - 1971 |
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Página 50 - For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet Love were slain : his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. Yet in the long years liker must they grow ; The man be more of woman, she of man ; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world ; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind ; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto...
Página 239 - There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate; The red rose cries, 'She is near, she is near;' And the white rose weeps, 'She is late;' The larkspur listens, 'I hear, I hear;' And the lily whispers, 'I wait.
Página 193 - And the stately Spanish men to their flagship bore him then, Where they laid him by the mast, old Sir Richard caught at last, And they praised him to his face with their courtly foreign grace; But he rose upon their decks, and he cried: "I have fought for Queen and Faith like a valiant man and true; I have only done my duty as a man is bound to do. With a joyful spirit I Sir Richard Grenville die!
Página 125 - Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Página 34 - Breathing like one that hath a weary dream. Full-faced above the valley stood the moon; And like a downward smoke, the slender stream Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem. A land of streams! some, like a downward smoke, Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go; And some thro' wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below.
Página 101 - Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Página 87 - 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.
Página 106 - Thou seemest human and divine, The highest, holiest manhood, thou : Our wills are ours, we know not how; Our wills are ours, to make them thine.
Página 248 - THERE rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen ! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands ; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go.
Página 236 - Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with love, delaying as the tender ash delays to clothe herself, when all the woods are green!