Studies in Literature (first Series)University Press, 1924 - 307 Seiten |
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... rest - hard- metalled , built in five layers , from the foundation or pavi- mentum of fine earth hard beaten in , through layers of large stones , small stones ( both mixed with mortar ) , pounded nucleus of lime , clay or chalk , brick ...
... rest - hard- metalled , built in five layers , from the foundation or pavi- mentum of fine earth hard beaten in , through layers of large stones , small stones ( both mixed with mortar ) , pounded nucleus of lime , clay or chalk , brick ...
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... rest with toppe - royall . O , towne of townes ! patrone and not compare , London , thou art the floure of Cities all . My discourse , like many a better one , shall end with a moral . I have often observed in life , and especially in ...
... rest with toppe - royall . O , towne of townes ! patrone and not compare , London , thou art the floure of Cities all . My discourse , like many a better one , shall end with a moral . I have often observed in life , and especially in ...
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... rests on the early discovery of man that all manual or bodily labour is enormously increased in effect , when timed to rhythm . So a regiment marches to a band ; so the tramp of a column crossing a light bridge has to be broken lest the ...
... rests on the early discovery of man that all manual or bodily labour is enormously increased in effect , when timed to rhythm . So a regiment marches to a band ; so the tramp of a column crossing a light bridge has to be broken lest the ...
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... rest , and as an artistic poem the Ballad had passed into the shade . It has been , as we know , impersonal - curiously impersonal - in utterance : its business had been to tell a plain tale . The lyrical cry seldom breaks from it ...
... rest , and as an artistic poem the Ballad had passed into the shade . It has been , as we know , impersonal - curiously impersonal - in utterance : its business had been to tell a plain tale . The lyrical cry seldom breaks from it ...
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... rest ; move on , thou lying year , This is my age , and I will rest me here . ' III But the truly magical secret of Horace lies nowhere in his Satires and Epistles . It lies in his Odes . There haunts that witchery of style which , the ...
... rest ; move on , thou lying year , This is my age , and I will rest me here . ' III But the truly magical secret of Horace lies nowhere in his Satires and Epistles . It lies in his Odes . There haunts that witchery of style which , the ...
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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.