The English Poets: Wordsworth to DobellThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan and Company, 1894 |
Des de l'interior del llibre
Resultats 1 - 5 de 55.
Pàgina 13
... close to life's realities . In truth to Nature missing truth to Art ; For Art commends not counterparts and copies , But from our life a nobler life would shape , Bodies celestial from terrestrial raise , And teach us not jejunely what ...
... close to life's realities . In truth to Nature missing truth to Art ; For Art commends not counterparts and copies , But from our life a nobler life would shape , Bodies celestial from terrestrial raise , And teach us not jejunely what ...
Pàgina 18
... Close up those barren leaves ; Come forth , and bring with you a heart That watches and receives . ( 1798. ) LINES , COMPOSED A FEW MILES ABOVE TINTERN ABBEY , ON REVISITING THE BANKS OF THE WYE DURING A TOUR JULY 13 , 1798 . Five years ...
... Close up those barren leaves ; Come forth , and bring with you a heart That watches and receives . ( 1798. ) LINES , COMPOSED A FEW MILES ABOVE TINTERN ABBEY , ON REVISITING THE BANKS OF THE WYE DURING A TOUR JULY 13 , 1798 . Five years ...
Pàgina 24
... own God ; One to whose smooth - rubbed soul can cling Nor form , nor feeling , great or small ; A reasoning , self - sufficing thing , An intellectual All - in - all ! Shut close the door ; press down the latch ; 24 THE ENGLISH POETS .
... own God ; One to whose smooth - rubbed soul can cling Nor form , nor feeling , great or small ; A reasoning , self - sufficing thing , An intellectual All - in - all ! Shut close the door ; press down the latch ; 24 THE ENGLISH POETS .
Pàgina 25
Thomas Humphry Ward. Shut close the door ; press down the latch ; Sleep in thy intellectual crust ; Nor lose ten tickings of thy watch Near this unprofitable dust . But who is He , with modest looks , And clad in homely russet brown ? He ...
Thomas Humphry Ward. Shut close the door ; press down the latch ; Sleep in thy intellectual crust ; Nor lose ten tickings of thy watch Near this unprofitable dust . But who is He , with modest looks , And clad in homely russet brown ? He ...
Pàgina 57
... close Upon the growing Boy , But He beholds the light , and whence it flows He sees it in his joy ; The Youth , who daily farther from the east Must travel , still is Nature's Priest , And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended ...
... close Upon the growing Boy , But He beholds the light , and whence it flows He sees it in his joy ; The Youth , who daily farther from the east Must travel , still is Nature's Priest , And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended ...
Continguts
93 | |
99 | |
109 | |
155 | |
176 | |
182 | |
202 | |
221 | |
227 | |
240 | |
257 | |
263 | |
270 | |
286 | |
304 | |
316 | |
322 | |
334 | |
340 | |
346 | |
374 | |
411 | |
417 | |
495 | |
501 | |
515 | |
523 | |
531 | |
537 | |
544 | |
552 | |
561 | |
582 | |
587 | |
595 | |
602 | |
608 | |
615 | |
621 | |
629 | |
660 | |
700 | |
710 | |
757 | |
827 | |
Altres edicions - Mostra-ho tot
Frases i termes més freqüents
Artemidora ballads beauty beneath blank verse breast breath bright Byron Camelot cloud cold Coleridge County Guy dark dead dear death deep delight doth dream earth EDWARD DOWDEN Emily Brontë English eyes face fair fear feel flowers friends gaze grace grave green hand happy Hartley Coleridge hast hath hear heard heart heaven hills hour human Keats King Arthur lady Lady of Shalott light live lonely look Lyrical Ballads Matthew Arnold mind moon morn mortal mountains nature never night o'er once passion poems poet poetic poetry rose round Samian wine shadow Shelley sigh silent sing Sir Bedivere sleep smile song sonnet sorrow soul spirit stars stood stream sweet tears thee thine things thou art thought thro trees truth Twas verse voice wandering waves weary wild wind Wordsworth youth
Passatges populars
Pàgina 823 - SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me. And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark: And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
Pàgina 28 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Pàgina 57 - mid work of his own hand he lies, Fretted by sallies of his mother's kisses, With light upon him from his father's eyes! See, at his feet, some little plan or chart, Some fragment from his dream of human life, Shaped by himself with newly-learned art; A wedding or a festival, A mourning or a funeral; And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames his song; Then will he fit his tongue To dialogues of business, love, or strife; But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy...
Pàgina 324 - NOT a drum was heard, not a funeral note, As his corse to the rampart we hurried ; Not a soldier discharged his farewell shot O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light, And the lantern dimly burning.
Pàgina 42 - Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings ? Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago : Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day ? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again ? Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending ; I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending ; I listened, motionless and still ; And, as I mounted...
Pàgina 792 - OH yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroy' d, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Pàgina 790 - TEARS, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy Autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge ; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Pàgina 22 - Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy: for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold Is...
Pàgina 284 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; — upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
Pàgina 57 - Earth fills her lap with pleasures of her own; Yearnings she hath in her own natural kind, And, even with something of a mother's mind And no unworthy aim, The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate, Man, Forget the glories he hath known And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his newborn blisses, A six years