The Argonaut, 5. kötetHodder & Stoughton, 1875 |
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2. oldal
... poets adorned the one God , the " Father who dwells in the bright sky , " with many attributes , as they watched the ... poem passes on to a more civilised and prosaic age ; the metaphor is forgotten ; and the Greek peasant trembles 2 ...
... poets adorned the one God , the " Father who dwells in the bright sky , " with many attributes , as they watched the ... poem passes on to a more civilised and prosaic age ; the metaphor is forgotten ; and the Greek peasant trembles 2 ...
23. oldal
... poem written by God , and Art is man's translation of it . Now we know that a translation may err either by an uncouth choice of words or by a false interpretation of the original . Thus Homer has been made to say that Thetis heard ...
... poem written by God , and Art is man's translation of it . Now we know that a translation may err either by an uncouth choice of words or by a false interpretation of the original . Thus Homer has been made to say that Thetis heard ...
27. oldal
... poem . It does not indeed define the length and breadth and height , or describe the actual forms that go to make up the fabric of a Gothic church . Yet all these are latent in it . For it does actually suggest conceivable shapes to ...
... poem . It does not indeed define the length and breadth and height , or describe the actual forms that go to make up the fabric of a Gothic church . Yet all these are latent in it . For it does actually suggest conceivable shapes to ...
28. oldal
... poem should act upon the mind as would the accu- mulated splendour of massive masonry chiselled into fine shapes and windows hung with colours of ruby and amethyst and sapphire . And the Ghost , if it is to appear at all , should be ...
... poem should act upon the mind as would the accu- mulated splendour of massive masonry chiselled into fine shapes and windows hung with colours of ruby and amethyst and sapphire . And the Ghost , if it is to appear at all , should be ...
31. oldal
... poem itself . Nothing is said there about the Lily Maid seeing her own face in the shield . She does , indeed , gaze at it , but what she sees is not herself , it is Lancelot . She " guesses a hidden meaning in his arms . " She " makes ...
... poem itself . Nothing is said there about the Lily Maid seeing her own face in the shield . She does , indeed , gaze at it , but what she sees is not herself , it is Lancelot . She " guesses a hidden meaning in his arms . " She " makes ...
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151. oldal - THE Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold, And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold; And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea, When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.
98. oldal - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
155. oldal - I'll not look for wine. The thirst that from the soul doth rise Doth ask a drink divine; But might I of Jove's nectar sup, I would not change for thine. I sent thee late a rosy wreath, Not so much honouring thee As giving it a hope that there It could not withered be; But thou thereon didst only breathe And sent'st it back to me; Since when it grows, and smells, I swear, Not of itself but thee!
338. oldal - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of reason.
102. oldal - If I' try to escape, they surround me; They seem to be everywhere. They almost devour me with kisses, Their arms about me entwine, Till I think of the Bishop of Bingen In his Mouse-Tower on the Rhine! Do you think, O blue-eyed banditti, Because you have scaled the wall, Such an old mustache as I am Is not a match for you all! I have you fast in my fortress, And will not let you depart, But put you down into the dungeon In the round-tower of my heart.
102. oldal - BETWEEN the dark and the daylight, When the night is beginning to lower, Comes a pause in the day's occupations, That is known as the Children's Hour. I hear in the chamber above me The patter of little feet, The sound of a door that is opened, And voices soft and sweet. From my study I see in the lamplight, Descending the broad hall stair, Grave Alice, and laughing Allegra, And Edith with golden hair.
201. oldal - Where the thin harvest waves its wither'd ears; Rank weeds, that every art and care defy, Reign o'er the land, and rob the blighted rye: There thistles stretch their prickly arms afar, And to the ragged infant threaten war; There poppies, nodding, mock the hope of toil; There the blue bugloss paints the sterile soil; Hardy and high, above the slender sheaf, The slimy mallow waves her silky leaf; O'er the young shoot the charlock throws a shade, And clasping tares cling round the sickly blade; With...
336. oldal - Their scantly leaved, and finely tapering stems, Had not yet lost those starry diadems Caught from the early sobbing of the morn. The clouds were pure and white as flocks new shorn, And fresh from the clear brook ; sweetly they slept On the blue fields of heaven, and then there crept...
21. oldal - Now, what I want is, Facts. Teach these boys and girls nothing but Facts. Facts alone are wanted in life. Plant nothing else, and root out everything else. You can only form the minds of reasoning animals upon Facts : nothing else will ever be of any service to them. This is the principle on which I bring up my own children, and this is the principle on which I bring up these children. Stick to Facts, sir...
102. oldal - They climb up into my turret, O'er the arms and back of my chair ; If I try to escape they surround me ; They seem to be everywhere.