Essays and Studies, Volumen3J. Murray, 1912 |
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Essays and Studies: Being Volume ... of the New Series of Essays and Studies ... English Association Vista de fragmentos - 1952 |
Essays and Studies: Being Volume ... of the New Series of Essays and Studies ... English Association Vista de fragmentos - 1951 |
Términos y frases comunes
adjectives beauty Blake Blake's blank verse called Canto characteristic child poems cold colour conceit contrast course critics Dante Dante's Divine doubt earth Elizabethan Endymion English verse Eve of St expression eyes father feel forgiveness give Grand Style Greek poetry H. C. BEECHING happy heaven hexameter Homer Hyperion Iliad imagination instance judgement Keats Keats's epithets Lamia language later lines Little Boy Lover's Complaint lyric matter Matthew Arnold meaning ment metre metrical moral nature ness never Ode on Melancholy original pale passage perhaps phrase play poet's poetic prose quoted reader religion rhyme rhythm rival poet seems seldom sense Shakespeare Shakespearian sing sometimes Songs of Experience Songs of Innocence Sonnets speak speech spirit stanza stars suggestion Swinburne syllable thing thou thought tion touch translation Troilus and Cressida true whole word write
Pasajes populares
Página 109 - And still she slept an azure-lidded sleep, In blanched linen, smooth, and lavendered, While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd; With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrups, tinct with cinnamon; Manna and dates, in argosy transferred From Fez; and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedared Lebanon.
Página 102 - I saw pale kings, and princes too, Pale warriors, death-pale were they all; They cried — "La belle Dame sans Merci Hath thee in thrall!" I saw their starved lips in the gloam With horrid warning gaped wide, And I awoke and found me here On the cold hill's side. And this is why I sojourn here Alone and palely loitering, Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake, And no birds sing.
Página 108 - Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair! Ah, happy, happy boughs! that cannot shed Your leaves, nor ever bid the Spring adieu; And, happy melodist, unwearied, For ever piping songs for ever new; More happy love!
Página 113 - I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home. She stood in tears amid the alien corn ; The same that oft-times hath Charmed magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn. Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self ! Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf.
Página 143 - Without Contraries is no progression. Attraction and Repulsion, Reason and Energy, Love and Hate, are necessary to Human existence.
Página 105 - Those green-robed senators of mighty woods, Tall oaks, branch-charmed by the earnest stars, Dream, and so dream all night without a stir, Save from one gradual solitary gust Which comes upon the silence, and dies off As if the ebbing air had but one wave...
Página 33 - How doth the little busy bee Improve each shining hour, And gather honey all the day From every opening flower...
Página 110 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget, What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs, Where youth grows pale, and specterthin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond tomorrow.
Página 147 - NOUGHT loves another as itself, Nor venerates another so, Nor is it possible to Thought A greater than itself to know: "And, Father, how can I love you Or any of my brothers more? I love you like the little bird That picks up crumbs around the door.
Página 103 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!