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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... dead ' into the sandstone . " In view of this we may conclude that it was Alfred who wrote the lines On the Death of Lord Byron in the metre afterwards employed in The Two Voices . The hero and the bard is gone ! His bright career on ...
... dead ' into the sandstone . " In view of this we may conclude that it was Alfred who wrote the lines On the Death of Lord Byron in the metre afterwards employed in The Two Voices . The hero and the bard is gone ! His bright career on ...
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... dead Enemy are in the true Byronic vein . I came in haste with cursing breath , And heart of hardest steel ; But when I saw thee cold in death , I felt as man should feel . For when I look upon that face , That cold , unheeding , frigid ...
... dead Enemy are in the true Byronic vein . I came in haste with cursing breath , And heart of hardest steel ; But when I saw thee cold in death , I felt as man should feel . For when I look upon that face , That cold , unheeding , frigid ...
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... dead was a living voice to me . The journey ended prematurely , but left Tennyson un- exhausted . He was at this time , according to Edward Fitzgerald , " a man at all points of grand proportion and feature , significant of that inward ...
... dead was a living voice to me . The journey ended prematurely , but left Tennyson un- exhausted . He was at this time , according to Edward Fitzgerald , " a man at all points of grand proportion and feature , significant of that inward ...
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... dead , Will never come back to me . In these lines one sees the poet bowed down with an unnamed woe , watching the continual roll and rush of waters , hearing anon the laughter of heedless youth , catch- ing the echoes of a song that ...
... dead , Will never come back to me . In these lines one sees the poet bowed down with an unnamed woe , watching the continual roll and rush of waters , hearing anon the laughter of heedless youth , catch- ing the echoes of a song that ...
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... Dead March . The Ode is a triumph of sounds , and with these sounds come the words we would utter in " eternal honour " to the name of the victor at Waterloo . The Charge of the Light Brigade alone among the patriotic lyrics can be ...
... Dead March . The Ode is a triumph of sounds , and with these sounds come the words we would utter in " eternal honour " to the name of the victor at Waterloo . The Charge of the Light Brigade alone among the patriotic lyrics can be ...
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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 259 - 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 251 - 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 205 - 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 137 - 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 46 - 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 113 - 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 99 - 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 114 - I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro' darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope.
Página 248 - Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with love, delaying as the tender ash delays to clothe herself, when all the woods are green!
Página 292 - I salute thee, Mantovano, I that loved thee since my day began, Wielder of the stateliest measure ever moulded by the lips of man.