Proceedings of the Literary & Philosophical Society of Liverpool, 52. kiadásDeighton and Laughton, 1898 |
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2. oldal
... Watson , though the John has long been dropt . He is therefore now a man in his fortieth year . A good and recent portrait of him is prefixed to the current edition of the Father of the Forest . Of the events of Mr. Watson's career very ...
... Watson , though the John has long been dropt . He is therefore now a man in his fortieth year . A good and recent portrait of him is prefixed to the current edition of the Father of the Forest . Of the events of Mr. Watson's career very ...
3. oldal
... Watson's Beginnings . " It is well worth quoting for several reasons : its promise is distinctly great ; its third couplet is finely phrased ; it is everywhere melodious ; it shews how early was the poet's liking for the sonnet ; it ...
... Watson's Beginnings . " It is well worth quoting for several reasons : its promise is distinctly great ; its third couplet is finely phrased ; it is everywhere melodious ; it shews how early was the poet's liking for the sonnet ; it ...
4. oldal
... Watson . It is entitled Poeta Muse - a poet's epistle to the Muse . Three weeks later the Argus contained another poem with the same signature , entitled Time and Tule . Mr. Watson , whose habits of fastidious self - criticism are ...
... Watson . It is entitled Poeta Muse - a poet's epistle to the Muse . Three weeks later the Argus contained another poem with the same signature , entitled Time and Tule . Mr. Watson , whose habits of fastidious self - criticism are ...
5. oldal
... over me laves— When my soul floats away , Floats mid its ocean - spray , Drifts till the dawning day Lights up its caves , Drifts on the foam of its undulant waves . Ever my solace be , Spirit of Poesy ! Blend WILLIAM WATSON . 5.
... over me laves— When my soul floats away , Floats mid its ocean - spray , Drifts till the dawning day Lights up its caves , Drifts on the foam of its undulant waves . Ever my solace be , Spirit of Poesy ! Blend WILLIAM WATSON . 5.
6. oldal
... Watson was now eighteen , but he published nothing further until he was two - and - twenty . The writer in the Chronicle has given us part of a short unpublished poem belonging to this interval ; it was written by the poet in a volume ...
... Watson was now eighteen , but he published nothing further until he was two - and - twenty . The writer in the Chronicle has given us part of a short unpublished poem belonging to this interval ; it was written by the poet in a volume ...
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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.