The Function of the Poet and Other EssaysHoughton Mifflin, 1920 - 223 страници |
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... hands bury our rosy hours in the irrevocable past , is even now reach- ing forward to a moment as rich in life , in character , and thought , as full of opportunity , as any since Adam . This little isthmus that we are now standing on ...
... hands bury our rosy hours in the irrevocable past , is even now reach- ing forward to a moment as rich in life , in character , and thought , as full of opportunity , as any since Adam . This little isthmus that we are now standing on ...
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... hand in hand a magnetic circle for whose connection man is necessary . It is the imagina- tion that takes his hand and clasps it with that other stretched to him in the dark , and for which he was vainly groping . It is that which ...
... hand in hand a magnetic circle for whose connection man is necessary . It is the imagina- tion that takes his hand and clasps it with that other stretched to him in the dark , and for which he was vainly groping . It is that which ...
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... hands of a seventh son's seventh son , and the water is the sweeter to him for the wonder that is mixed with it . After all , it seems that our scientific gas , be it never so brilliant , is not equal to the dingy old Aladdin's lamp ...
... hands of a seventh son's seventh son , and the water is the sweeter to him for the wonder that is mixed with it . After all , it seems that our scientific gas , be it never so brilliant , is not equal to the dingy old Aladdin's lamp ...
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... hand the sceptre has not yet passed . So there are Charles V , and Luther ; the expansion of trade resulting from the Spanish and Portuguese discoveries , and the Elizabethan literature ; the Puritans seeking spiritual El Dorados while ...
... hand the sceptre has not yet passed . So there are Charles V , and Luther ; the expansion of trade resulting from the Spanish and Portuguese discoveries , and the Elizabethan literature ; the Puritans seeking spiritual El Dorados while ...
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... hands and is gone , but beautiful and inspiring as a first love that recognizes nothing in him that is not high and noble . The poets are nature's perpetual pleaders , and protest with us against what is worldly . Out of their own ...
... hands and is gone , but beautiful and inspiring as a first love that recognizes nothing in him that is not high and noble . The poets are nature's perpetual pleaders , and protest with us against what is worldly . Out of their own ...
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Страница 40 - As when some one peculiar quality Doth so possess a man, that it doth draw All his affects, his spirits, and his powers, In their confluctions, all to run one way, This may be truly said to be a humour.
Страница 84 - 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.
Страница 82 - And ever and anon he beat The doubling drum with furious heat ; And though sometimes, each dreary pause between, Dejected Pity at his side Her soul-subduing voice applied, Yet still he kept his wild unaltered mien, While each strained ball of sight seemed bursting from his head.
Страница 42 - ... from a lucky hitting upon what is strange, sometimes from a crafty wresting obvious matter to the purpose ; often it consisteth in one knows not what, and springeth up one can hardly tell how. Its ways are unaccountable and inexplicable, being answerable to the numberless rovings of fancy and windings of language.
Страница 68 - How like a winter hath my absence been From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year! What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen! What old December's bareness everywhere! And yet this time removed was summer's time; The teeming autumn, big with rich increase, Bearing the wanton burden of the prime, Like widow'd wombs after their lords...
Страница 79 - I had gazed perhaps two minutes' space, Joanna, looking in my eyes, beheld That ravishment of mine, and laughed aloud. The rock, like something starting from a sleep, Took up the Lady's voice, and laughed again: That ancient Woman seated on Helm-crag Was ready with her cavern; Hammar-Scar, And the tall Steep of Silver-How sent forth A noise of laughter; southern Loughrigg heard, And Fairfield answered with a mountain tone...
Страница 2 - tis true I have gone here and there, And made myself a motley to the view, Gor'd mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear...
Страница 154 - Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece, And the grandeur that was Rome. Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see thee stand, The agate lamp within thy hand! Ah, Psyche, from the regions which Are Holy Land! Israfe/ And the angel Israfel,...
Страница 67 - But I remember Two miles on this side of the fort, the road Crosses a deep ravine; 'tis rough and narrow, And winds with short turns down the precipice...
Страница 44 - ... he speaks the word of promise to the ear, and breaks it to the hope,' the whole world will at once pronounce him insincere.