Some Diversions of a Man of Letters

Copertina anteriore
W. Heinemann, 1919 - 344 pagine
 

Altre edizioni - Visualizza tutto

Parole e frasi comuni

Brani popolari

Pagina 270 - These laid the world away; poured out the red Sweet wine of youth; gave up the years to be Of work and joy, and that unhoped serene, That men call age; and those who would have been, Their sons, they gave, their immortality.
Pagina 109 - 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.
Pagina 319 - Those two fat volumes, with which it is our custom to commemorate the dead — who does not know them, with their ill-digested masses of material, their slipshod style, their tone of tedious panegyric, their lamentable lack of selection, of detachment of design?
Pagina 270 - Honour has come back, as a king, to earth, And paid his subjects with a royal wage; And Nobleness walks in our ways again; And we have come into our heritage.
Pagina 299 - If the time should ever come when what is now called science, thus familiarized to men, shall be ready to put on, as it were, a form of flesh and blood, the Poet will lend his divine spirit to aid the transfiguration, and wil} welcome the Being thus produced, as a dear and genuine inmate of the household of man.
Pagina 83 - Abelard; while the facts and characters alluded to in his late writings will be forgotten and unknown and their poignancy and propriety little relished; for wit and satire are transitory and perishable, but nature and passion are eternal.
Pagina 76 - Oh who will bear me then to western climes (Since Virtue leaves our wretched land), to fields Yet unpolluted with Iberian swords: The isles of Innocence, from mortal view Deeply retir'd, beneath a plantain's shade, Where Happiness and Quiet sit enthron'd, With simple Indian swains, that I may hunt The boar and tiger through savannahs wild, Through fragrant deserts, and through citron groves?
Pagina 110 - By a route obscure and lonely, Haunted by ill angels only, Where an Eidolon, named Night, On a black throne reigns upright, I have reached these lands but newly From an ultimate dim Thule: From a wild weird clime that lieth, sublime, Out of Space — out of Time.
Pagina 267 - Whether some brave young man's untimely fate, In words worth dying for, he celebrate, Such mournful and such pleasing words, As joy to his mother's and his mistress' grief affords : He bids him live and grow in fame, Among the stars he sticks his name. The grave can but the dross of him devour, So small is death's, so great the poet's power. Lo, how th...
Pagina 243 - ON A MIDSUMMER EVE I IDLY cut a parsley stalk, And blew therein towards the moon ; I had not thought what ghosts would walk With shivering footsteps to my tune. I went, and knelt, and scooped my hand As if to drink, into the brook, And a faint figure seemed to stand Above me, with the bygone look. I lipped rough rhymes of chance, not choice, I thought not what my words might be ; There came into my ear a voice That turned a tenderer verse for me.

Informazioni bibliografiche