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Four Victorian Poets: A Study of Clough, Arnold, Rossetti, Morris, with an ...
Stopford Augustus Brooke
Vista de fragmentos - 1964
Four Victorian Poets: A Study of Clough, Arnold, Rossetti, Morris; With an ...
Stopford Augustus Brooke
Sin vista previa disponible - 2018
Arnold artist battle beauty beginning better century charm clear close Clough death deep desire dreams earth elements emotion England English excellence expression eyes faith fate feeling felt follow force gave give Greek half hand happy heart hope human ideal ideas imagination intensity interest invented Italy Keats kind land leave light lines live looked matter mediæval mind Morris move mysticism nature never noble pain painting pass passion past peace picture pleasure poem poet poetic poetry present questions realised religious represented rest romantic Rose Rossetti round seems sorrow soul spirit story strange tale tales tell temper things thought tion touch trouble true truth verse wander whole women write written wrote young youth
Página 235 - A Book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread — and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness — Oh, Wilderness were Paradise enow!
Página 134 - Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.
Página 89 - A bolt is shot back somewhere in our breast. And a lost pulse of feeling stirs again: The eye sinks inward, and the heart lies plain. And what we mean, we say, and what we would, we know.
Página 166 - UNDER the arch of Life, where love and death, Terror and mystery, guard her shrine, I saw Beauty enthroned ; and though her gaze struck awe, I drew it in as simply as my breath. Hers are the eyes which, over and beneath, The sky and sea bend on thee, — which can draw, By sea or sky or woman, to one law, The allotted bondman of her palm and wreath.
Página 52 - Say not, the struggle nought availeth, The labour and the wounds are vain, The enemy faints not, nor faileth, And as things have been they remain.
Página 52 - SAY NOT THE STRUGGLE NOUGHT AVAILETH. Say not, the struggle nought availeth, The labour and the wounds are vain, The enemy faints not, nor faileth, And as things have been they remain. If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars; It may be, in yon smoke concealed, Your comrades chase e'en now the fliers, And, but for you, possess the field. For while the tired waves, vainly breaking, Seem here no painful inch to gain, Far back, through creeks and inlets making, Comes silent, flooding in, the main, And...
Página 122 - Ye alight in our van ! at your voice, Panic, despair, flee away. Ye move through the ranks, recall The stragglers, refresh the outworn, Praise, re-inspire the brave I Order, courage, return.
Página 117 - Lean'd on his gate, he gazes — tears Are in his eyes, and in his ears The murmur of a thousand years.
Página 185 - Even so, where Heaven holds breath and hears The beating heart of Love's own breast, — Where round the secret of all spheres All angels lay their wings to rest, — How shall my soul stand rapt and awed, When, by the new birth borne abroad Throughout the music of the suns, It enters in her soul at once And knows the silence there for God!
Página 49 - As ships, becalmed at eve, that lay With canvas drooping, side by side, Two towers of sail at dawn of day Are scarce long leagues apart descried ; When fell the night, upsprung the breeze, And all the darkling hours they plied, Nor dreamt but each the self-same seas By each was cleaving, side by side : E'en so — but why the tale reveal Of those, whom year by year unchanged, Brief absence joined anew to feel, Astounded, soul from soul estranged ? At dead of night...