The World Beautiful in BooksLittle, Brown,, 1901 - 415 oldal |
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... poetic greatness , " says Matthew Arnold ; and he who constantly refreshes and renews his spiritual energy from the great poets realizes the deep significance of these words . To Mr. John Lane of London and New York , the publisher of ...
... poetic greatness , " says Matthew Arnold ; and he who constantly refreshes and renews his spiritual energy from the great poets realizes the deep significance of these words . To Mr. John Lane of London and New York , the publisher of ...
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... poetry of Longfellow and of Lowell is full of beautiful passages that need only be presented to be loved by the child . Not only in " The Children's Hour " and the many lyrics of Longfellow which have long been household words and are ...
... poetry of Longfellow and of Lowell is full of beautiful passages that need only be presented to be loved by the child . Not only in " The Children's Hour " and the many lyrics of Longfellow which have long been household words and are ...
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... poetry in offering selections adapted to children . There are portions of Hawthorne's " Marble Faun " which charm ... Poet " at the Breakfast Table , where the keen , racy brilliancy of Dr. Holmes appeals to both old and As Food for Life ...
... poetry in offering selections adapted to children . There are portions of Hawthorne's " Marble Faun " which charm ... Poet " at the Breakfast Table , where the keen , racy brilliancy of Dr. Holmes appeals to both old and As Food for Life ...
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... poet's word , even , deep enough In any man's breast , looking presently For offshoots , you have done more for the man Than if you dressed him in a broad - cloth coat And warmed his Sunday pottage at your fire . " Reading is not ...
... poet's word , even , deep enough In any man's breast , looking presently For offshoots , you have done more for the man Than if you dressed him in a broad - cloth coat And warmed his Sunday pottage at your fire . " Reading is not ...
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... poets , " the only truth - tellers now left to God , " as Mrs. Browning designates them . From the poets , first of all ; next from the great writers of prose romance ; and after these from history , biography , science , art , and ...
... poets , " the only truth - tellers now left to God , " as Mrs. Browning designates them . From the poets , first of all ; next from the great writers of prose romance ; and after these from history , biography , science , art , and ...
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angels Balzac biography breath Browning called Carlyle century criticism Dante dead death destiny divine Doctor dramatic dream earth Edwin Percy Whipple Elizabeth Barrett Browning Emerson energy eternal ethereal expression exquisite eyes faith feel fiction force George Eliot George Sand gift Goethe heart heaven human ideal immortal influence inspiration Landor Letters light lines literary literature live Lovers Lowell lyric Margaret Fuller Matthew Arnold Max Müller Milton mind nature never night noble novelists novels perfect Phillips Brooks philosophy poem poet poetic poetry Professor reader revealed rich romance rose Ruskin says Shakespeare Shelley social sonnet sorrow soul speak spiritual stanza star Stephen Phillips story sunset sweet thee Theosophy things thou art thought tion touch translation true truth unseen unseen universe Victor Hugo vision voice volume Walter Savage Landor William words Wordsworth World Beautiful writes
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238. oldal - Come lovely and soothing death, Undulate round the world, serenely arriving, arriving, In the day, in the night, to all, to each, Sooner or later delicate death. Prais'd be the fathomless universe, For life and joy, and for objects and knowledge curious, And for love, sweet love — but praise! praise! praise! For the sure-enwinding arms of cool-enfolding death.
286. oldal - Build thee more stately mansions, O my soul, As the swift seasons roll ! Leave thy low-vaulted past! Let each new temple, nobler than the last, Shut thee from heaven with a dome more vast, Till thou at length art free, Leaving thine outgrown shell by life's unresting sea!
283. oldal - How do I love thee ? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
199. oldal - I HAVE been here before, But when or how I cannot tell: I know the grass beyond the door, The sweet keen smell, The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.
37. oldal - Man is his own star; and the soul that can Render an honest and a perfect man, Commands all light, all influence, all fate; Nothing to him falls early or too late. Our acts our angels are, or good or ill, Our fatal shadows that walk by us still.
222. oldal - Fear no more the frown o' the great; Thou art past the tyrant's stroke; Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak. The sceptre, learning, physic, must All follow this, and come to dust.
207. oldal - UNDER the wide and starry sky, Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: Here he lies where he longed to be ; Home is the sailor, home from sea, And the hunter home from the hill.
199. oldal - He spake of love, such love as Spirits feel In worlds whose course is equable and pure; No fears to beat away — no strife to heal — The past unsighed for, and the future sure; 100.
282. oldal - And now, what time ye all may read through dimming tears his story, How discord on the music fell and darkness on the glory...
184. oldal - THERE are gains for all our losses, There are balms for all our pain : But when youth, the dream, departs, It takes something from our hearts, And it never comes again. We are stronger, and are better, Under manhood's sterner reign : Still we feel that something sweet Followed youth, with flying feet, And will never come again. Something beautiful is vanished, And we sigh for it in vain : We seek it everywhere, On the earth and in the air, But it never comes again ! LANDWARD.