From Shakespeare to O. Henry: Studies in LiteratureDodd, Mead and Company, 1917 - 305 pagine |
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Pagina 20
... sort seems to be obvious ; it is inconceivable that he should have written Hamlet , Lear , Macbeth and Othello had he not himself been in the depths ; what that experience was we cannot now know for certain , but , judging from what we ...
... sort seems to be obvious ; it is inconceivable that he should have written Hamlet , Lear , Macbeth and Othello had he not himself been in the depths ; what that experience was we cannot now know for certain , but , judging from what we ...
Pagina 30
... sort of sect which , in a few years , was to banish the maypole and all gaiety , and substitute a horrible repression of all natural outlets for the emotions of the people . His was the religion of week - days as well as of Sundays ...
... sort of sect which , in a few years , was to banish the maypole and all gaiety , and substitute a horrible repression of all natural outlets for the emotions of the people . His was the religion of week - days as well as of Sundays ...
Pagina 52
... sort of affinity with pedantry ; its curiosity , mingled with a wholesome scepticism ; its indomitable courage , coupled with that mysterious charm which so many of us for so long a time have held up to ridicule or scorned as being too ...
... sort of affinity with pedantry ; its curiosity , mingled with a wholesome scepticism ; its indomitable courage , coupled with that mysterious charm which so many of us for so long a time have held up to ridicule or scorned as being too ...
Pagina 68
... sort . John Drinkwater is a poet of very brilliant calibre . He has certainly never before risen to the height that he reaches in The Carver in Stone of this volume ; here one may read exactly what is the impelling force that guides the ...
... sort . John Drinkwater is a poet of very brilliant calibre . He has certainly never before risen to the height that he reaches in The Carver in Stone of this volume ; here one may read exactly what is the impelling force that guides the ...
Pagina 82
... sort ; the whole of England suddenly seems to have become articulate , and in order to express itself it has chosen the vehicle of poetry for the most part . In times of intense emotional crises , face to face with the eternal realities ...
... sort ; the whole of England suddenly seems to have become articulate , and in order to express itself it has chosen the vehicle of poetry for the most part . In times of intense emotional crises , face to face with the eternal realities ...
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Pagina 253 - If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England. There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust concealed ; A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware, Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam, A body of England's, breathing English air, Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
Pagina 29 - Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye, Kissing with golden face the meadows green ; Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy : Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace : Even so my Sun one early morn did...
Pagina 89 - After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets, After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor — And this, and so much more? — It is impossible to say just what I mean! But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen...
Pagina 15 - tis not to come; if it be not to come, it will be now ; if it be not now, yet it will come : the readiness is all : Since no man, of aught he leaves, knows, what is't to leave betimes ?
Pagina 89 - I grow old ... I grow old . . . I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind? Do I dare to eat a peach?
Pagina 69 - The Old Ships I HAVE seen old ships sail like swans asleep Beyond the village which men still call Tyre, With leaden age o'ercargoed, dipping deep For Famagusta and the hidden sun That rings black Cyprus with a lake of fire...
Pagina 237 - QUINQUIREME of Nineveh from distant Ophir, Rowing home to haven in sunny Palestine, With a cargo of ivory, And apes and peacocks, Sandalwood, cedarwood, and sweet white wine. Stately Spanish galleon coming from the Isthmus, Dipping through the Tropics by the palmgreen shores, With a cargo of diamonds, Emeralds, amethysts, Topazes, and cinnamon, and gold moidores. Dirty British coaster with a salt-caked smoke stack, Butting through the Channel in the mad March days, With...
Pagina 271 - An elder said as we sat in a flock By the embers in hearthside ease. We pictured the meek mild creatures where They dwelt in their strawy pen, Nor did it occur to one of us there To doubt they were kneeling then. So fair a fancy few would weave in these years ! Yet, I feel, If someone said on Christmas Eve, " Come ; see the oxen kneel " In the lonely barton by yonder coomb Our childhood used to know," I should go with him in the gloom, Hoping it might be so.
Pagina 29 - O my love! my wife! Death, that hath suck'd the honey of thy breath, Hath had no power yet upon thy beauty: Thou art not conquer'd; beauty's ensign yet Is crimson in thy lips and in thy cheeks, And death's pale flag is not advanced there.
Pagina 9 - His wisdom was not, for he knew thee well. Thence came the honeyed corner at his lips, The conquering smile wherein his spirit sails Calm as the God who the white sea-wave whips, Yet full of speech and intershifting tales, Close mirrors of us : thence had he the laugh We feel is thine : broad as ten thousand beeves At pasture...