Tennyson, His Art and Relation to Modern LifeG.P. Putnam's Sons, 1894 - 516 pages |
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... lines ; and in this sense , in the complete sincerity to his inner being of all he did and in the manner of its doing , he was simple in the truest sense of the word . Nothing was ever done for effect ; no subject in which he was not ...
... lines ; and in this sense , in the complete sincerity to his inner being of all he did and in the manner of its doing , he was simple in the truest sense of the word . Nothing was ever done for effect ; no subject in which he was not ...
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... lines of thought in philosophy and theology , but he expressed them with art - that is , in beautiful form proceeding out- wards from impassioned feeling ; and a poem like The Two Voices or Out of the Deep is an instance of the way this ...
... lines of thought in philosophy and theology , but he expressed them with art - that is , in beautiful form proceeding out- wards from impassioned feeling ; and a poem like The Two Voices or Out of the Deep is an instance of the way this ...
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... line he wrote . Per- sonal it was , but it was personal for the sake of human- ity ; and dignity , stateliness in subjects , in thoughts and in style , issued naturally from that conviction . These are things which belong to a poet's ...
... line he wrote . Per- sonal it was , but it was personal for the sake of human- ity ; and dignity , stateliness in subjects , in thoughts and in style , issued naturally from that conviction . These are things which belong to a poet's ...
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... line of his poetry , that he ever wrote for the sake of money , or place , or to catch the popular ear , or to win a transient praise . He wrote only that of which he loved to write , that which moved him to joy or reverence , that ...
... line of his poetry , that he ever wrote for the sake of money , or place , or to catch the popular ear , or to win a transient praise . He wrote only that of which he loved to write , that which moved him to joy or reverence , that ...
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... line he takes is the line of careful protection of the old against the onset of the new , of steady but very prudent advance through obe- dience to existing law , of protest against that which he calls " raw haste , " of discouraging of ...
... line he takes is the line of careful protection of the old against the onset of the new , of steady but very prudent advance through obe- dience to existing law , of protest against that which he calls " raw haste , " of discouraging of ...
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Page 480 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
Page 126 - The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: The long day wanes: the slow moon climbs: the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, 'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Page 101 - Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a...
Page 162 - But follow ; let the torrent dance thee down To find him in the valley ; let the wild Lean-headed eagles yelp alone, and leave The monstrous ledges there to slope, and spill Their thousand wreaths of dangling water-smoke, That like a broken purpose waste in air. So waste not thou, but come ; for all the vales Await thee ; azure pillars of the hearth Arise to thee ; the children call, and I Thy shepherd pipe, and sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet ; Myriads of rivulets...
Page 242 - There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate; The red rose cries, 'She is near, she is near;' And the white rose weeps, 'She is late;' The larkspur listens, 'I hear, I hear;' And the lily whispers, 'I wait.
Page 451 - THE baby new to earth and sky, What time his tender palm is prest Against the circle of the breast, Has never thought that " this is I :" But as he grows he gathers much, And learns the use of "I," and "me," And finds "I am not what I see, And other than the things I touch.
Page 387 - And bore him to a chapel nigh the field, A broken chancel with a broken cross, That stood on a dark strait of barren land. On one side lay the Ocean, and on one Lay a great water, and the moon was full.
Page 461 - The living soul was flash'd on mine, And mine in this was wound, and whirl'd About empyreal heights of thought, And came on that which is, and caught The deep pulsations of the world, Ionian music measuring out The steps of Time - the shocks of Chance The blows of Death. At length my trance Was cancell'd, stricken thro
Page 389 - The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels — And on a sudden, lo! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.
Page 308 - In Love, if Love be Love, if Love be ours, Faith and unfaith can ne'er be equal powers : Unfaith in aught is want of faith in all. " It is the little rift within the lute, That by and by will make the music mute, And ever widening slowly silence all.