Studies in Literature, Band 1The University Press, 1918 - 310 Seiten |
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... night held on indignantly O'er the blue Midland waters with the gale , Betwixt the Syrtes and soft Sicily , To where the Atlantic raves Outside the Western Straits , and unbent sails There , where down cloudy cliffs , through sheets of ...
... night held on indignantly O'er the blue Midland waters with the gale , Betwixt the Syrtes and soft Sicily , To where the Atlantic raves Outside the Western Straits , and unbent sails There , where down cloudy cliffs , through sheets of ...
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... night to meet the day , little threads pushing out over its black spaces - dotted ships on wide seas , crawling trains of emigrant waggons , pioneers , tribes on the trek , men extinguishing their camp - fires and shoulder- ing their ...
... night to meet the day , little threads pushing out over its black spaces - dotted ships on wide seas , crawling trains of emigrant waggons , pioneers , tribes on the trek , men extinguishing their camp - fires and shoulder- ing their ...
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... night She heard the bridles ring ; And Janet was as glad at that As any earthly thing . And first gaed by the black , black steed , And syne gaed by the brown ; But fast she gript the milk - white steed And pu'd the rider down . She's ...
... night She heard the bridles ring ; And Janet was as glad at that As any earthly thing . And first gaed by the black , black steed , And syne gaed by the brown ; But fast she gript the milk - white steed And pu'd the rider down . She's ...
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... night , Tam Lin , Gin I had kent yestreen , I wad ta'en out thy heart o ' flesh , And put in a heart o ' stane . " And adieu , Tam Lin ! But gin I had kent A ladye wad borrow'd thee , I wad ta'en out thy twa grey e'en Put in twa e'en o ...
... night , Tam Lin , Gin I had kent yestreen , I wad ta'en out thy heart o ' flesh , And put in a heart o ' stane . " And adieu , Tam Lin ! But gin I had kent A ladye wad borrow'd thee , I wad ta'en out thy twa grey e'en Put in twa e'en o ...
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... It can sing high : Half - owre , half - owre to Aberdour ' Tis fifty fathom deep ; And there lies gude Sir Patrick Spens Wi ' the Scots lords at his feet . ( Sir Patrick Spens ) Or About the dead hour o ' the night She Ballads 35.
... It can sing high : Half - owre , half - owre to Aberdour ' Tis fifty fathom deep ; And there lies gude Sir Patrick Spens Wi ' the Scots lords at his feet . ( Sir Patrick Spens ) Or About the dead hour o ' the night She Ballads 35.
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Alfoxden ballad beauty Ben Jonson born called Charles Reade Christ's Hospital classical Coleridge criticism dead dear death Donne doth earth England English exquisite eyes famous father feel followed genius Gentlemen George Meredith German Hardy hath heart heaven Herbert holy Horace Horatian Ipsden Jesus College King Lady light literature living London Lord lyrical Mary matter Matthew Arnold Menexenus Meredith Milton mind mother mystic nation nature Nether Stowey never night Oxford passion patriotism Plato poet poetic poetry poor Pope prose quote receive thy saule romantic secret sense Shakespeare sing Sir Patrick Spens song sonnet soul spirit stanza stars sweet Swinburne Swinburne's Tam Lin tell thee Theodore Watts things Thomas Hardy thou thought Thucydides true verse wonder word Wordsworth write written wrote young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 161 - I will rise now, and go about the city In the streets, and in the broad ways I will seek him whom my soul loveth : I sought him, but I found him not.
Seite 154 - The corn was orient and immortal wheat, which never should be reaped, nor was ever sown. I thought it had stood from everlasting to everlasting. The dust and stones of the street were as precious as gold: the gates were at first the end of the world.
Seite 95 - ROSE AYLMER AH, WHAT avails the sceptred race! Ah ! what the form divine ! What every virtue, every grace ! Rose Aylmer, all were thine. Rose Aylmer, whom these wakeful eyes May weep, but never see, A night of memories and of sighs I consecrate to thee.
Seite 294 - I have been at to arrive where I am. My Sword I give to him that shall succeed me in my Pilgrimage, and my Courage and Skill to him that can get it. My Marks and Scars I carry with me, to be a witness for me that I have fought his Battles who now will be my Rewarder. When the day that he must go hence was come, many accompanied him to the Riverside, into which as he went he said, Death, where is thy Sting?
Seite 228 - Tis the merry Nightingale That crowds, and hurries, and precipitates With fast thick warble his delicious notes, As he were fearful that an April night Would be too short for him to utter forth His love-chant, and disburthen his full soul Of all its music...
Seite 3 - O'er the blue Midland waters with the gale, Betwixt the Syrtes and soft Sicily To where the Atlantic raves Outside the Western Straits, and unbent sails There, where down cloudy cliffs, through sheets of foam, Shy traffickers, the dark Iberians come ; And on the beach undid his corded bales.
Seite 154 - And young men glittering and sparkling Angels, and maids strange seraphic pieces of life and beauty ! Boys and girls tumbling in the street, and playing, were moving jewels. I knew not that they were born or should die ; but all things abided eternally as they were in their proper places.
Seite 223 - The thin gray cloud is spread on high, It covers but not hides the sky. The moon is behind, and at the full; And yet she looks both small and dull.
Seite 129 - Is lightened ; that serene and blessed mood In which the affections gently lead us on, Until the breath of this corporeal frame, And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul; While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Seite 147 - OF man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste Brought death into the world, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us, and regain the blissful seat, Sing, heavenly Muse...