The Oral Study of LiteratureKnopf, 1923 - 431 páginas |
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... BREATHING the thin breath through our nostrils , we Live and a little space the sunlight see- Even all that live - each being an instrument To which the generous air its life has lent . If with the hand one quench our draught of breath ...
... BREATHING the thin breath through our nostrils , we Live and a little space the sunlight see- Even all that live - each being an instrument To which the generous air its life has lent . If with the hand one quench our draught of breath ...
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... breath , Who chase it everywhere And strive who can most motion it bequeath . And though it sometimes seem of its own might Like to an eye of gold to be fix'd there , And firm to hover in that empty height , That only is because it is ...
... breath , Who chase it everywhere And strive who can most motion it bequeath . And though it sometimes seem of its own might Like to an eye of gold to be fix'd there , And firm to hover in that empty height , That only is because it is ...
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... breathing kept ; Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses , But feeds on the aërial kisses Of shapes that haunt Thought's wildernesses . He will watch from dawn to gloom The lake - reflected sun illume The yellow bees in the ivy . bloom ...
... breathing kept ; Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses , But feeds on the aërial kisses Of shapes that haunt Thought's wildernesses . He will watch from dawn to gloom The lake - reflected sun illume The yellow bees in the ivy . bloom ...
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... breath . To - night it doth inherit The vasty Hall of Death . MATTHEW ARNOLD 69. UNCONSCIOUS CEREBRATION SAY not that the past is dead . Though the Autumn leaves are shed , Though the day's last flush has flown , Though the lute has ...
... breath . To - night it doth inherit The vasty Hall of Death . MATTHEW ARNOLD 69. UNCONSCIOUS CEREBRATION SAY not that the past is dead . Though the Autumn leaves are shed , Though the day's last flush has flown , Though the lute has ...
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... he but live Who lately lived for me , and when he found ' Twas vain , in holy ground He hid his face amid the shades of death . I waste for him my breath Who wasted his for me ; but mine returns , THE ORAL STUDY OF LITERATURE 71.
... he but live Who lately lived for me , and when he found ' Twas vain , in holy ground He hid his face amid the shades of death . I waste for him my breath Who wasted his for me ; but mine returns , THE ORAL STUDY OF LITERATURE 71.
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A. C. SWINBURNE ALFRED LORD TENNYSON ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH beauty breath Cæsar Camelot CLARENCE Day dark dead dear death deep divine doth dream earth eternal eyes face fair fear feel flowers give glory gone grow H. L. MENCKEN hand happy hath hear heart heaven hope human immortal king Knopf Lady of Shalott leaves LEO TOLSTOI liberty light live look LORD Lycidas man's MATTHEW ARNOLD means mind moral morning nature never night o'er once oral pain passion permission of Charles poets poor published by Alfred reader rest ROBERT BROWNING round silent sing sleep smile song soul speak spirit stand stars student sweet tears tell thee thine things thou art thou hast thought tion truth virtue voice wild WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind words youth
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Página 100 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Página 322 - Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men. Oh! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Página 400 - We in thought will join your throng Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts today Feel the gladness of the May! What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Página 43 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Página 400 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Página 408 - Neaera's hair ? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
Página 70 - The splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Página 312 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Página 399 - But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part ; Filling from time to time his ' ' humorous stage " With all the Persons, down to palsied Age, That Life brings with her in her equipage ; As if his whole vocation Were endless imitation. Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted...
Página 290 - Yet not to thine eternal resting-place Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, — All in one mighty sepulchre.