The Function of the Poet and Other EssaysHoughton Mifflin, 1920 - 223 страници |
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... live in a materialistic age we have said something which meant more than we intended . If we say it in the way of ... lives in on trust , as the very best that ever was . Shakespeare did not sit down and cry for the water of Helicon ...
... live in a materialistic age we have said something which meant more than we intended . If we say it in the way of ... lives in on trust , as the very best that ever was . Shakespeare did not sit down and cry for the water of Helicon ...
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... live in the past , and men yet unborn that live in the future . We are like Hans in Luck , forever exchanging the burdensome good we have for something else , till at last we come home empty - handed . That pale - faced drudge of Time ...
... live in the past , and men yet unborn that live in the future . We are like Hans in Luck , forever exchanging the burdensome good we have for something else , till at last we come home empty - handed . That pale - faced drudge of Time ...
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... live by bread alone , and exact knowledge is not enough . Do we get nearer the truth or farther from it that we have got a gas or an imponderable fluid instead of a spirit ? We go on exorcising one thing after another , but what boots ...
... live by bread alone , and exact knowledge is not enough . Do we get nearer the truth or farther from it that we have got a gas or an imponderable fluid instead of a spirit ? We go on exorcising one thing after another , but what boots ...
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... live in the world without poetry of some sort or other . If they cannot get the best they will get some substitute for it , and thus seem to verify Saint Augustine's slur that it is wine of devils . The mind bound down too closely to ...
... live in the world without poetry of some sort or other . If they cannot get the best they will get some substitute for it , and thus seem to verify Saint Augustine's slur that it is wine of devils . The mind bound down too closely to ...
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... lives , the one trivial and ordinary , the other sacred and recluse ; the one which he carries to the dinner - table and to his daily work , which grows old with his body and dies with it , the other that which is made up of the few ...
... lives , the one trivial and ordinary , the other sacred and recluse ; the one which he carries to the dinner - table and to his daily work , which grows old with his body and dies with it , the other that which is made up of the few ...
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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.