Four Victorian Poets: A Study of Clough, Arnold, Rossetti, Morris; with an Introduction on the Course of Poetry from 1822 to 1852Russell & Russell, 1908 - 299 páginas |
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... hampering life and useless for good . But Clough was not of that temper , and could not enter its regions . He did his duty , but a tender intensity of passion urged him beyond it to find the rest in perfection 34 Four Victorian Poets.
... hampering life and useless for good . But Clough was not of that temper , and could not enter its regions . He did his duty , but a tender intensity of passion urged him beyond it to find the rest in perfection 34 Four Victorian Poets.
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... intensity and the pleasure of its pain . Even when it was written , the poem was not all melancholy or monotonous . Callicles lives in it as well as Empedocles - Callicles , the lyrist and the poet , young and exulting in his youth ...
... intensity and the pleasure of its pain . Even when it was written , the poem was not all melancholy or monotonous . Callicles lives in it as well as Empedocles - Callicles , the lyrist and the poet , young and exulting in his youth ...
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... intensity . The simile fills that pause and allows men time to breathe . But Arnold introduces his similes often lightly , about unimportant matters , where the action should not pause but be rapid , when the moment is not weighty ...
... intensity . The simile fills that pause and allows men time to breathe . But Arnold introduces his similes often lightly , about unimportant matters , where the action should not pause but be rapid , when the moment is not weighty ...
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... intensity , all the waters of thought in which he struggled , were as little to them as all the ideas which Byron and Shelley wrote of were to Keats . They broke away from them , like Keats , into another world - a new world of beauty ...
... intensity , all the waters of thought in which he struggled , were as little to them as all the ideas which Byron and Shelley wrote of were to Keats . They broke away from them , like Keats , into another world - a new world of beauty ...
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... intensity ; with love in all its forms at their height , and with all the world brought into fiery union with it . We see in English love - poetry all the landscape of love's country . We see in Italian , and in Rossetti , the sun of ...
... intensity ; with love in all its forms at their height , and with all the world brought into fiery union with it . We see in English love - poetry all the landscape of love's country . We see in Italian , and in Rossetti , the sun of ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Arnold artist Balder battle beauty calm charm clear close Clough death deep dreams earth Earthly Paradise elements emotion Empedocles England English English poetry excellence expressed faith fate feeling felt G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS genius Greek Guenevere happy heart Heaven hope human ideal ideas imagination invented Iseult Italian Italian poetry Keats land landscape light live love-poetry loveliness matter Matthew Arnold medieval modern Moreover Morris mystic narrative poetry nature never noble Obermann pain painted painter passion past peace picture pity pleasure poem poet poetic Pre-Raphaelite Brotherhood prose quiet realised religious romantic Rose Rossetti scenery Scholar Gipsy Shelley sonnets sorrow soul spirit stoic stoicism story strange supernatural tale tell temper tender Tennyson things thou thought tion touch trouble true truth verse Volsunga Saga wandering weary whole women wrote young youth
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Página 243 - 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 193 - 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...