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4. oldal
And the silence and song of the deep . And the mystical speech of yon legion of
stars , With the secrets of time in their keep . And we talked of the poets whose
songs have upreared All beautiful shapes out of dream , And of those who hare ...
And the silence and song of the deep . And the mystical speech of yon legion of
stars , With the secrets of time in their keep . And we talked of the poets whose
songs have upreared All beautiful shapes out of dream , And of those who hare ...
10. oldal
Ay , to the song ' s ecstatic core ! But far removed were clangour , storm and feud ;
For plenteous health was his , exceeding store Of joy , and an impassioned
quietude . Lowell wroteThis balanced soul So simple in its grandeur , coldly bare
Of ...
Ay , to the song ' s ecstatic core ! But far removed were clangour , storm and feud ;
For plenteous health was his , exceeding store Of joy , and an impassioned
quietude . Lowell wroteThis balanced soul So simple in its grandeur , coldly bare
Of ...
13. oldal
... cradle - song of her protecting seas ? Or when he writes to Austin Dobson ,
sayingYes ! urban is your Muse , and owns An empire based on London stones ;
Yet flowers , as mountain violets sweet , Spring from the pavement ' neath her
feet .
... cradle - song of her protecting seas ? Or when he writes to Austin Dobson ,
sayingYes ! urban is your Muse , and owns An empire based on London stones ;
Yet flowers , as mountain violets sweet , Spring from the pavement ' neath her
feet .
15. oldal
For though of faulty and of erring walk , I have not suffered aught in me of frail To
blur my song ; I have not paid the world The evil and the insolent courtesy Of
offering it my baseness for a gift . And unto such as think all Art is cold , All music
...
For though of faulty and of erring walk , I have not suffered aught in me of frail To
blur my song ; I have not paid the world The evil and the insolent courtesy Of
offering it my baseness for a gift . And unto such as think all Art is cold , All music
...
18. oldal
I quote the eleven lines which form the opening movement of the elegy on
Tennyson : Low , like another ' s , lies the laurelled head : The life that seemed a
perfect song is o ' er : Carry the last great bard to his last bed . Land that he loved
, thy ...
I quote the eleven lines which form the opening movement of the elegy on
Tennyson : Low , like another ' s , lies the laurelled head : The life that seemed a
perfect song is o ' er : Carry the last great bard to his last bed . Land that he loved
, thy ...
Mit mondanak mások - Írjon ismertetőt
Nem találtunk ismertetőket a szokott helyeken.
Más kiadások - Összes megtekintése
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
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Népszerű szakaszok
109. oldal - It were good therefore that men in their innovations would follow the example of time itself, which indeed innovateth greatly, but quietly and by degrees scarce to be perceived...
53. oldal - Then saw they how there hove a dusky barge, Dark as a funeral scarf from stem to stern, Beneath them; and descending they were ware That all the decks were dense with stately forms Black-stoled, black-hooded, like a dream - by these Three Queens with crowns of gold - and from them rose A cry that...
87. oldal - It is the land that freemen till, That sober-suited Freedom chose, The land, where girt with friends or foes A man may speak the thing he will; A land of settled government, A land of just and old renown, Where Freedom slowly broadens down From precedent to precedent...
82. oldal - But Art, — wherein man nowise speaks to men, Only to mankind, — Art may tell a truth Obliquely, do the thing shall breed the thought, Nor wrong the thought, missing the mediate word.
53. oldal - The old order changeth, yielding place to new, And God fulfils Himself in many ways, Lest one good custom should corrupt the world.
48. oldal - Call'd me polluted : shall I kill myself? What help in that ? I cannot kill my sin, If soul be soul ; nor can I kill my shame ; No, nor by living can I live it down. The days will grow to weeks, the weeks to months, The months will add themselves and make the years, The years will roll into the centuries, And mine will ever be a name of scorn.
97. oldal - Not once or twice in our fair island-story, The path of duty was the way to glory: He, that ever following her commands, On with toil of heart and knees and hands, Thro...
98. oldal - LOVE thou thy land, with love far-brought From out the storied Past, and used Within the Present, but transfused Thro' future time by power of thought.
52. oldal - Came on the shining levels of the lake. There drew he forth the brand Excalibur, And o'er him, drawing it, the winter moon, Brightening the skirts of a long cloud, ran forth And sparkled keen with frost against the hilt : For all the haft twinkled with diamond sparks.
56. oldal - Blow trumpet, for the world is white with May; Blow trumpet, the long night hath roll'd away! Blow thro' the living world - "Let the King reign.
Bibliográfiai információk
| Cím | Proceedings of the Literary & Philosophical Society of Liverpool, 52. kiadás |
| Szerző | Literary and Philosophical Society of Liverpool |
| Kiadó | Deighton and Laughton, 1898 |
| Eredeti forrása | Harvard Egyetem |
| Digitalizálva: | 2008. márc. 18. |
| Idézet exportálása | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |