From Shakespeare to O. Henry: Studies in LiteratureDodd, Mead and Company, 1917 - 305 pagine |
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Pagina 42
... winds of March with beauty : violets dim But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath . . . ? 66 Milton's attempts , fine as they are , induce the criti- cism which Bagehot invented . Why , " he says , at the conclusion ...
... winds of March with beauty : violets dim But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes Or Cytherea's breath . . . ? 66 Milton's attempts , fine as they are , induce the criti- cism which Bagehot invented . Why , " he says , at the conclusion ...
Pagina 66
... wind these wreaths of Where there are neither heads nor flowers ? To " There's little comfort in the wise , " he concludes . accentuate this point further there is also included The Great Lover , in which the poet shows us his overpower ...
... wind these wreaths of Where there are neither heads nor flowers ? To " There's little comfort in the wise , " he concludes . accentuate this point further there is also included The Great Lover , in which the poet shows us his overpower ...
Pagina 89
... wind - swept moor , to storm - lashed sea ; By brook , or bank , or flower , or star , And , where the stained - with - struggle are— Look for me there ! look for me there ! IN WAR SHE spread the cloth for two And placed his chair ...
... wind - swept moor , to storm - lashed sea ; By brook , or bank , or flower , or star , And , where the stained - with - struggle are— Look for me there ! look for me there ! IN WAR SHE spread the cloth for two And placed his chair ...
Pagina 91
... wind , Or Gothic forests , or light aspen leaves , Or skies that melt into a dreamy sea . In the hot , glaring noontide of your mind ( I have your word for it ) there is no room For anything save sawdust , sun and sand . No monkish ...
... wind , Or Gothic forests , or light aspen leaves , Or skies that melt into a dreamy sea . In the hot , glaring noontide of your mind ( I have your word for it ) there is no room For anything save sawdust , sun and sand . No monkish ...
Pagina 92
... wind that sends The boughs about the house , the hearth's red glow , The surly , slow good - fellowship of friends , The humour of the men he used to know , And all their swinging choruses and mirth ' Then turn aside and leave my dust ...
... wind that sends The boughs about the house , the hearth's red glow , The surly , slow good - fellowship of friends , The humour of the men he used to know , And all their swinging choruses and mirth ' Then turn aside and leave my dust ...
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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...