The English Poets: Appendix to V.4: Browning, Matthew Arnold, TennysonMacmillan, 1894 - 1 páginas |
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... thought are often scientific in their precision of analysis ; the sudden conclusion which he imposes upon them is transcendental and inept . ' This was not so much due to a defect in his own mind as to the circumstances of the world of ...
... thought are often scientific in their precision of analysis ; the sudden conclusion which he imposes upon them is transcendental and inept . ' This was not so much due to a defect in his own mind as to the circumstances of the world of ...
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... thought rather than carry them out . At others it results from a real failure to crystallise a thought , or again from a kind of overwhelming of his powers of expression by the hurrying crowd of his ideas . But modern life is crowded ...
... thought rather than carry them out . At others it results from a real failure to crystallise a thought , or again from a kind of overwhelming of his powers of expression by the hurrying crowd of his ideas . But modern life is crowded ...
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... mortcloth , drop Into great laps and folds of sculptor's work : And as yon tapers dwindle , and strange thoughts Grow , with a certain humming in my ears , About the life before I lived this life , And ROBERT BROWNING . 677.
... mortcloth , drop Into great laps and folds of sculptor's work : And as yon tapers dwindle , and strange thoughts Grow , with a certain humming in my ears , About the life before I lived this life , And ROBERT BROWNING . 677.
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... shudder thrilled All the tent till the very air tingled , then sank and was stilled At the King's self left standing before me , released and aware . ( 1845. ) HOME THOUGhts , from AbROAD . Oh , to be ROBERT BROWNING . 681.
... shudder thrilled All the tent till the very air tingled , then sank and was stilled At the King's self left standing before me , released and aware . ( 1845. ) HOME THOUGhts , from AbROAD . Oh , to be ROBERT BROWNING . 681.
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... THOUGhts , from AbROAD . Oh , to be in England Now that April's there , I. And whoever wakes in England Sees , some morning , unaware , That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf Round the elm - tree bole are in tiny leaf , While ...
... THOUGhts , from AbROAD . Oh , to be in England Now that April's there , I. And whoever wakes in England Sees , some morning , unaware , That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf Round the elm - tree bole are in tiny leaf , While ...
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Página 781 - Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows ; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, Aud see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides . and tho...
Página 794 - I come from haunts of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley.
Página 692 - Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go! Be our joys three-parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!
Página 738 - The freshness of the early world. Ah ! since dark days still bring to light Man's prudence and man's fiery might, Time may restore us in his course Goethe's sage mind and Byron's force ; But where will Europe's latter hour Again find Wordsworth's healing power ? Others will teach us how to dare, And against fear our breast to steel ; Others will strengthen us to bear — But who, ah ! who, will make us feel ? The cloud of mortal destiny, Others will front it fearlessly — But who, like him, will...
Página 691 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!
Página 683 - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect By just his horse's mane, a boy: You hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, Scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast Was all but shot in two. "Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace We've got you Ratisbon!
Página 764 - The gemmy bridle glitter'd free, Like to some branch of stars we see Hung in the golden Galaxy. The bridle bells rang merrily As he rode down to Camelot: And from his blazon'd baldric slung A mighty silver bugle hung, And as he rode his armour rung, Beside remote Shalott.
Página 778 - Thou wouldst betray me for the precious hilt; Either from lust of gold, or like a girl Valuing the giddy pleasure of the eyes. Yet, for a man may fail in duty twice, And the third time may prosper, get thee hence: But, if thou spare to fling Excalibur, I will arise and slay thee with my hands.
Página 780 - 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 honored of them all,— And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravelled world whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.
Página 761 - Camelot; And up and down the people go, Gazing where the lilies blow Round an island there below, The island of Shalott. Willows whiten, aspens quiver, Little breezes dusk and shiver Thro' the wave that runs forever By the island in the river Flowing down to Camelot.