From Shakespeare to O. Henry: Studies in LiteratureDodd, Mead and Company, 1917 - 305 pagine |
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Pagina 17
... sweet in the straw - all these are in the world's great portrait gallery . Yet it must not be forgotten that , in spite of these , Shakespeare had his limitations , and this failure to depict the man of action was one of the most ...
... sweet in the straw - all these are in the world's great portrait gallery . Yet it must not be forgotten that , in spite of these , Shakespeare had his limitations , and this failure to depict the man of action was one of the most ...
Pagina 24
... sweet of heart , almost perfect and yet quite natural , never mawkish or sentimental ; it is a wonderful creation , tear - compelling in his pathetic helplessness , just as are the prattling Princes or Macduff's son . So then we see ...
... sweet of heart , almost perfect and yet quite natural , never mawkish or sentimental ; it is a wonderful creation , tear - compelling in his pathetic helplessness , just as are the prattling Princes or Macduff's son . So then we see ...
Pagina 55
... graceful and sweet . Macpherson's Ossian is , I fear , still caviare to the general , but its popu- larity and influence were once widespread throughout Europe . The point is that this verse - prose THE EIGHTEENTH CENTURY 55.
... graceful and sweet . Macpherson's Ossian is , I fear , still caviare to the general , but its popu- larity and influence were once widespread throughout Europe . The point is that this verse - prose THE EIGHTEENTH CENTURY 55.
Pagina 67
... sweet Well - content , Sweet Stay - at - Home , sweet Love - one - place does the richness of the lilt satisfy us , and we are con- tent for the moment to be without that philosophy which we now all demand from those who would inspire ...
... sweet Well - content , Sweet Stay - at - Home , sweet Love - one - place does the richness of the lilt satisfy us , and we are con- tent for the moment to be without that philosophy which we now all demand from those who would inspire ...
Pagina 70
... sweet , exotic flavour of Flecker's Eastern poems lull our senses in these volumes ; of these two we take our farewell here , and deep indeed is our regret . Widely differing as these poets were , they both attracted much the same ...
... sweet , exotic flavour of Flecker's Eastern poems lull our senses in these volumes ; of these two we take our farewell here , and deep indeed is our regret . Widely differing as these poets were , they both attracted much the same ...
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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...