Poems of TennysonGinn, 1903 - 496 oldal |
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vii. oldal
... never before identified , discovered many errors and inaccuracies of other commen- tators , corrected the proofs , and thus contributed largely to the completion of the book . For this reason I wish his name to stand with mine upon the ...
... never before identified , discovered many errors and inaccuracies of other commen- tators , corrected the proofs , and thus contributed largely to the completion of the book . For this reason I wish his name to stand with mine upon the ...
xxv. oldal
... never like his work . His æsthetic period closed in gloom and discouragement . The Religious and Personal Impulse . But far heavier than any literary disappointment was the blow that fell in 1833 when his dearest friend , Arthur Hallam ...
... never like his work . His æsthetic period closed in gloom and discouragement . The Religious and Personal Impulse . But far heavier than any literary disappointment was the blow that fell in 1833 when his dearest friend , Arthur Hallam ...
xxvii. oldal
... never to have loved at all . Wherein it is better now , and why the poet trusts it will be better still in the long future , —this is the vital question which the poem answers in music . But apart from these lyrics of personal grief ...
... never to have loved at all . Wherein it is better now , and why the poet trusts it will be better still in the long future , —this is the vital question which the poem answers in music . But apart from these lyrics of personal grief ...
xxviii. oldal
... never written ; hundreds more were written and burned . far from being " an artist long before he was a poet , ” as Mr. R. H. Hutton somewhat vacuously says in his essay on Tennyson , he toiled terribly to make himself an artist ...
... never written ; hundreds more were written and burned . far from being " an artist long before he was a poet , ” as Mr. R. H. Hutton somewhat vacuously says in his essay on Tennyson , he toiled terribly to make himself an artist ...
xxix. oldal
... never became what is called , oddly enough , a " society man . " He was incapable of roaring gently at afternoon teas or literary menageries . He was unwilling to join himself to any party in politics , as Dryden and Swift and Addison ...
... never became what is called , oddly enough , a " society man . " He was incapable of roaring gently at afternoon teas or literary menageries . He was unwilling to join himself to any party in politics , as Dryden and Swift and Addison ...
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253. oldal - Our little systems have their day; They have their day and cease to be: They are but broken lights of thee, And thou, O Lord, art more than they.
218. oldal - More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
267. oldal - Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life...
144. oldal - Love took up the glass of Time, and turn'd it in his glowing hands; Every moment, lightly shaken, ran itself in golden sands. Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might; Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, pass'd in music out of sight.
lxxix. oldal - tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy : for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
118. oldal - Thro' scudding drifts the rainy Hyades Vext the dim sea: I am become a name; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known: cities of men, And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but...
218. oldal - But now farewell. I am going a long way With these thou seest — if indeed I go — (For all my mind is clouded with a doubt) To the island-valley of...
85. oldal - Storm'd at with shot and shell, Boldly they rode and well, Into the jaws of Death, Into the mouth of hell Rode the six hundred. Flash'd all their sabres bare, Flash'd as they turn'd in air Sabring the gunners there, Charging an army, while All the world wonder'd. Plunged in the battery-smoke Right thro' the line they broke; Cossack and Russian Reel'd from the sabre-stroke Shatter'd and sunder'd.
118. oldal - For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use! As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved • From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things ; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself. And this gray spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
150. oldal - With the standards of the peoples plunging thro' the thunderstorm; Till the war-drum throbb'd no longer, and the battle-flags were furl'd In the Parliament of man, the Federation of the world. There the common sense of most shall hold a fretful realm in awe, And the kindly earth shall slumber, lapt in universal law.