Studies in Literature (first Series)University Press, 1924 - 307 Seiten |
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... death it struck Him nigh- " The Holy Ghost be with your soul , I die , Mother dear , I die . ' O the rose , the gentle rose , And the fennel that grows so green ! God give us grace in every place To pray for our king and queen ...
... death it struck Him nigh- " The Holy Ghost be with your soul , I die , Mother dear , I die . ' O the rose , the gentle rose , And the fennel that grows so green ! God give us grace in every place To pray for our king and queen ...
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... death I wad d'ee ! ' Now Professor Child collected and printed some twenty- eight variants and fragments of this ballad - which is a somewhat late one , if its story can be traced no farther back than 1563. Then , or about then , Mary ...
... death I wad d'ee ! ' Now Professor Child collected and printed some twenty- eight variants and fragments of this ballad - which is a somewhat late one , if its story can be traced no farther back than 1563. Then , or about then , Mary ...
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... Death reconciles me with the majority and may be ( but I wonder ) with enlightenment . Critics there are , I find , who deny the title of ' poet , ' or at any rate of ' great poet , ' to Horace , because they miss in him certain ...
... Death reconciles me with the majority and may be ( but I wonder ) with enlightenment . Critics there are , I find , who deny the title of ' poet , ' or at any rate of ' great poet , ' to Horace , because they miss in him certain ...
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... the great Regulus ode , where the noble Roman , simply obedient to his honour , parts the anguished crowd that would have stayed him at any price , and goes back to certain death by torture , cheerful IN ENGLISH VERSE 59.
... the great Regulus ode , where the noble Roman , simply obedient to his honour , parts the anguished crowd that would have stayed him at any price , and goes back to certain death by torture , cheerful IN ENGLISH VERSE 59.
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Arthur Quiller-Couch. and goes back to certain death by torture , cheerful as though bound on a week - end release from business ? Tendens Venafranos in agros Aut Lacedaemonium Tarentum . I should consent - and no two words about it ...
Arthur Quiller-Couch. and goes back to certain death by torture , cheerful as though bound on a week - end release from business ? Tendens Venafranos in agros Aut Lacedaemonium Tarentum . I should consent - and no two words about it ...
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admire Alfoxden anapaests ballad beauty Ben Jonson Brecknockshire called century Charles Reade Christ's Hospital Christe receive thy classical Coleridge criticism dead dear death Donne doth earth England eyes famous father feel genius Gentlemen George Meredith German Hardy hath heart heaven Herbert holy Horace Horatian Ipsden Lady light living London Lord lyrical Mary Matthew Arnold Menexenus Meredith Milton mind morning mother mystic nations nature Nether Stowey never night Oxford passion patriotism Plato poet poetic poetry poor Pope Pre-Raphaelites prose quote receive thy saule Roman secret sense sing Sir Patrick Spens song sonnet soul spirit stanza stars sweet Swinburne Swinburne's Tam Lin tell thee things Thomas Hardy thou thought Thucydides Traherne true truth Vaughan verse wonder word Wordsworth write written wrote young youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 151 - 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 88 - 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 145 - 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 148 - Tis true, with shame and grief I yield, Thou like the van first took'st the field, And gotten hast the victory In thus adventuring to die Before me, whose more years might crave A just precedence in the grave. But hark ! my pulse, like a soft drum, Beats my approach, tells thee I come ; And slow howe'er my marches be, I shall at last sit down by thee.
Seite 216 - 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 210 - 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 121 - 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 134 - Dear, beauteous death ; the jewel of the just ! Shining nowhere but in the dark ; What mysteries do lie beyond thy dust, Could man outlook that mark...
Seite 138 - 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...
Seite 121 - Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness.