Interpretations of Literature, Band 2Dodd, Mead, 1915 Lectures to his students while he "held the chair of English literature in the University of Tokyo from 1896 to 1902"--Confer Introduction. |
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... sing- ers , like what are called the ondo - tori in Japan . These would do the difficult part of the singing ; but the people would join in the more familiar parts of the song . Later there would arise an orderly distinction between the ...
... sing- ers , like what are called the ondo - tori in Japan . These would do the difficult part of the singing ; but the people would join in the more familiar parts of the song . Later there would arise an orderly distinction between the ...
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... sing it in a great chorus , they would persist in singing it even with the new ballad . Then , again , popular song- writers , having observed this fact , would presently begin to compose new songs with old refrains , knowing that the ...
... sing it in a great chorus , they would persist in singing it even with the new ballad . Then , again , popular song- writers , having observed this fact , would presently begin to compose new songs with old refrains , knowing that the ...
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... sing , And seen them in a round ; Each virgin like a spring With honeysuckles crowned . But now ye see none here Whose silvery feet did tread , And with dishevelled hair , Adorned this smoother mead . Like unthrifts , having spent Your ...
... sing , And seen them in a round ; Each virgin like a spring With honeysuckles crowned . But now ye see none here Whose silvery feet did tread , And with dishevelled hair , Adorned this smoother mead . Like unthrifts , having spent Your ...
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... sing- ers , like what are called the ondo - tori in Japan . These would do the difficult part of the singing ; but the people would join in the more familiar parts of the song . Later there would arise an orderly distinction between the ...
... sing- ers , like what are called the ondo - tori in Japan . These would do the difficult part of the singing ; but the people would join in the more familiar parts of the song . Later there would arise an orderly distinction between the ...
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... sing how day draws on . I have A maid , my Prew , by good luck sent To save That little Fates me gave or lent . A hen I keep , which , creeking day by day , Tells when She goes her long white egg to lay . A goose I have , which with a ...
... sing how day draws on . I have A maid , my Prew , by good luck sent To save That little Fates me gave or lent . A hen I keep , which , creeking day by day , Tells when She goes her long white egg to lay . A goose I have , which with a ...
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Seite 318 - The sea is calm to-night. The tide is full, the moon lies fair Upon the straits ; — on the French coast the light Gleams and is gone ; the cliffs of England stand, Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Seite 124 - TO HELEN Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece And the grandeur that was Rome.
Seite 272 - HE clasps the crag with crooked hands ; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls ; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.
Seite 238 - Philomel, with melody Sing in our sweet lullaby; Lulla, lulla, lullaby ; lulla, lulla, lullaby ; Never harm, nor spell nor charm, Come our lovely lady nigh; So, good night, with lullaby.
Seite 126 - Hear the sledges with the bells Silver bells! What a world of merriment their melody foretells! How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle, In the icy air of night! While the stars that oversprinkle All the heavens, seem to twinkle With a crystalline delight...
Seite 238 - Everything did banish moan, Save the nightingale alone: She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn, And there sung the dolefull'st ditty, That to hear it was great pity. 'Fie, fie, fie...
Seite 252 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks, When turtles tread, and rooks, and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo ; Cuckoo, cuckoo...
Seite 127 - Oh, from out the sounding cells, What a gush of euphony voluminously wells! How it swells! How it dwells On the Future!
Seite 302 - I sighed for thee ; When light rode high, and the dew was gone, And noon lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary Day turned to his rest, Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried,
Seite 124 - Helen, thy beauty is to me Like those Nicean barks of yore, That gently, o'er a perfumed sea, The weary, way-worn wanderer bore To his own native shore. On desperate seas long wont to roam, Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face, Thy Naiad airs have brought me home To the glory that was Greece, And the grandeur that was Rome. Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche How statue-like I see thee stand, The agate lamp within thy hand! Ah, Psyche, from the regions which Are Holy Land!