Macmillan's Magazine, Volumen89

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David Masson, George Grove, John Morley, Mowbray Morris
Macmillan and Company, 1904
 

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Página 394 - She sate by the pillar; we saw her clear; "Margaret, hist ! Come quick, we are here ! Dear heart," I said, "we are long alone; The sea grows stormy, the little ones moan.
Página 394 - In the world they say; Come!" I said; and we rose through the surf in the bay. We went up the beach, by the sandy down Where the sea-stocks bloom, to the...
Página 83 - But I am constant as the northern star, Of whose true-fix'd and resting quality There is no fellow in the firmament.
Página 385 - My poems represent, on the whole, the main movement of mind of the last quarter of a century, and thus they will probably have their day as people become conscious to themselves of what that movement of mind is, and interested in the literary productions which reflect it. It might be fairly urged that I have less poetical sentiment than Tennyson, and less intellectual vigour and abundance than Browning ; yet, because I have perhaps more of a fusion of the two than either of them, and have more regularly...
Página 385 - It might be fairly urged that I have less poetical sentiment than Tennyson, and less intellectual vigour and abundance than Browning ; yet, because I have perhaps more of a fusion of the two than either of them, and have more regularly applied that fusion to the main line of modern development, I am likely enough to have my turn, as they have had theirs.
Página 396 - When the morning stars sang together, and the sons of God shouted for joy.
Página 392 - But Wordsworth's eyes avert their ken From half of human fate; And Goethe's course few sons of men May think to emulate. For he pursued a lonely road, His eyes on Nature's plan ; Neither made man too much a God, Nor God too much a man.
Página 304 - Never ; he will not : Age cannot wither her, nor custom stale Her infinite variety : other women cloy The appetites they feed : but she makes hungry Where most she satisfies : for vilest things Become themselves in her; that the holy priests Bless her when she is riggish.
Página 398 - The eye sinks inward, and the heart lies plain, And what we mean, we say, and what we would, we know. A man becomes aware of his life's flow And hears its winding murmur, and he sees The meadows where it glides, the sun, the breeze.
Página 399 - And there arrives a lull in the hot race Wherein he doth for ever chase That flying and elusive shadow, Rest. An air of coolness plays upon his face, And an unwonted calm pervades his breast And then he thinks he knows The Hills where his life rose, And the Sea where it goes.

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