The Living Authors of EnglandD. Appleton & Company, 1849 - 316 oldal |
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41. oldal
... force and thoughtful subtlety displayed in this poem , with the last of his productions , " The Princess , " the conclusion is forced upon us that the mind of Alfred Tennyson is not pro- gressive . We shall devote some space to its ...
... force and thoughtful subtlety displayed in this poem , with the last of his productions , " The Princess , " the conclusion is forced upon us that the mind of Alfred Tennyson is not pro- gressive . We shall devote some space to its ...
47. oldal
... force and beauty of his muse . A captious critic of the day has declared that this is only an elaboration of Shakspere's " To be , or not to be . " The best answer is to leave the public to read the two compositions . Tennyson's is a ...
... force and beauty of his muse . A captious critic of the day has declared that this is only an elaboration of Shakspere's " To be , or not to be . " The best answer is to leave the public to read the two compositions . Tennyson's is a ...
54. oldal
... force and awe to it far beyond the most literal description . The enunciation is in hieroglyphics , but full of meaning . " We were two daughters of one race , " & c . The madness of the narrator is subtlely announced by the re- frain ...
... force and awe to it far beyond the most literal description . The enunciation is in hieroglyphics , but full of meaning . " We were two daughters of one race , " & c . The madness of the narrator is subtlely announced by the re- frain ...
59. oldal
... land . " Tennyson avoids general society , preferring to sit quietly with a friend , discussing the fancies that pour in his mind . He has no conversational force or brilliancy , hates arguing ; is ALFRED 59 TENNYSON .
... land . " Tennyson avoids general society , preferring to sit quietly with a friend , discussing the fancies that pour in his mind . He has no conversational force or brilliancy , hates arguing ; is ALFRED 59 TENNYSON .
60. oldal
Thomas Powell. no conversational force or brilliancy , hates arguing ; is as " fond of smoking as an American or a Mussulman ; " passes most of his time in the country ; his favorite spot being a small farmhouse near Maid- stone . He is ...
Thomas Powell. no conversational force or brilliancy , hates arguing ; is as " fond of smoking as an American or a Mussulman ; " passes most of his time in the country ; his favorite spot being a small farmhouse near Maid- stone . He is ...
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132. oldal - TIRED Nature's sweet restorer, balmy Sleep ! He, like the world, his ready visit pays Where Fortune smiles ; the wretched he forsakes ; Swift on his downy pinion flies from woe, And lights on lids unsullied with a tear.
82. oldal - DAY ! Faster and more fast, O'er night's brim, day boils at last; Boils, pure gold, o'er the cloud-cup's brim Where spurting and suppressed it lay ; For not a froth-flake touched the rim Of yonder gap in the solid gray Of the eastern cloud, an hour away ; But forth one wavelet, then another, curled, Till the whole sunrise, not to be suppressed, Rose, reddened, and its seething breast Flickered...
76. oldal - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy; You hardly could suspect — *> (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well...
53. oldal - THERE is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass, Or night-dews on still waters between walls Of shadowy granite, in a gleaming pass; Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tir'd eyelids upon tir'd eyes; Music that brings sweet sleep down from the blissful skies. Here are cool mosses deep, And thro...
53. oldal - All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past. Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To war with evil ? Is there any peace...
235. oldal - There's a Divinity that shapes our ends, Rough hew them as we may.
239. oldal - Eternity, and some gleam of the latter peering through. 'Highest of all Symbols are those wherein the Artist or Poet has risen into Prophet, and all men can recognise a present God, and worship the same: I mean religious Symbols.
92. oldal - Howe'er it be, it seems to me, Tis only noble to be good. Kind hearts are more than coronets, And simple faith than Norman blood.
75. oldal - You know, we French stormed Ratisbon : A mile or so away On a little mound, Napoleon Stood on our storming-day ; With neck out-thrust, you fancy how, Legs wide, arms locked behind, As if to balance the prone brow Oppressive with its mind. Just as perhaps he mused, " My plans That soar, to earth may fall, Let once my army-leader Lannes Waver at yonder wall...
45. oldal - Whatever crazy sorrow saith, No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death. " 'Tis life, whereof our nerves are scant, Oh life, not death, for which we pant ; More life, and fuller, that I want.