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... seek with it the most intimate and immediate contact in order that he may decide whether it too is organic and living . He will be untiring in his effort to refine his power of discrimination by the frequenta- tion of the finest work of ...
... seek with it the most intimate and immediate contact in order that he may decide whether it too is organic and living . He will be untiring in his effort to refine his power of discrimination by the frequenta- tion of the finest work of ...
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... seeking peace , and men are become the symbols of mankind . The tragic paradox of human life which slumbers in the soul in years of peace is awakened again . When we would be solitary and cannot , we are made sensible of the depth and ...
... seeking peace , and men are become the symbols of mankind . The tragic paradox of human life which slumbers in the soul in years of peace is awakened again . When we would be solitary and cannot , we are made sensible of the depth and ...
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... seek to understand Jean - Jacques in the way in which he pleaded so hard to be understood . Yet it is now over forty years since a voice of authority told England how it was to regard him . Lord Morley was magisterial and severe , and ...
... seek to understand Jean - Jacques in the way in which he pleaded so hard to be understood . Yet it is now over forty years since a voice of authority told England how it was to regard him . Lord Morley was magisterial and severe , and ...
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... seek an echo of that which smiled at the conclusions of our consciousness . The 1 Last Poems . By Edward Thomas . ( Selwyn & Blount . ) subtler faiths might so easily have fled through our harsh 29 THE POETRY OF EDWARD THOMAS.
... seek an echo of that which smiled at the conclusions of our consciousness . The 1 Last Poems . By Edward Thomas . ( Selwyn & Blount . ) subtler faiths might so easily have fled through our harsh 29 THE POETRY OF EDWARD THOMAS.
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... seeking Me and no other ; she May not exist . ' That search lies nearer to the norm of poetry . We might register its wistfulness , praise the appealing nakedness of its diction and pass on . If that were indeed the culmination of ...
... seeking Me and no other ; she May not exist . ' That search lies nearer to the norm of poetry . We might register its wistfulness , praise the appealing nakedness of its diction and pass on . If that were indeed the culmination of ...
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Page 62 - I caught this morning morning's minion, kingdom of daylight's dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing In his ecstasy! then off, off forth on swing, As a skate's heel sweeps smooth on a bow-bend: the hurl and gliding Rebuffed the big wind. My heart in hiding Stirred for a bird,— the achieve of, the mastery of the thing!
Page 150 - purge off, Benign, if so it please thee, my mind's film.' 'None can usurp this height,' returned that shade, 'But those to whom the miseries of the world Are misery, and will not let them rest.
Page 59 - I wake and feel the fell of dark, not day. What hours, O what black hours we have spent This night! what sights you, heart, saw; ways you went! And more must, in yet longer light's delay.
Page 69 - Hyperion" — there were too many Miltonic inversions in it — Miltonic verse cannot be written but in an artful, or, rather, artist's humour. I wish to give myself up to other sensations. English ought to be kept up.
Page 189 - A second promise of genius is the choice of subjects very remote from the private interests and circumstances of the writer himself. At least I have found that where the subject is taken immediately from the author's personal sensations and experiences, the excellence of a particular poem is but an equivocal mark, and often a fallacious pledge, of genuine poetic power.
Page 45 - I KNOW that I shall meet my fate Somewhere among the clouds above ; Those that I fight I do not hate, Those that I guard I do not love ; My country is Kiltartan Cross, My countrymen Kiltartan's poor, No likely end could bring them loss Or leave them happier than before. Nor law, nor duty bade me fight, Nor public men, nor cheering crowds, A lonely impulse of delight...
Page 75 - By an immortal sickness which kills not ; It works a constant change, which happy death Can put no end to ; deathwards progressing To no death...
Page 125 - We stood by a pond that winter day, And the sun was white, as though chidden of God, And a few leaves lay on the starving sod; — They had fallen from an ash, and were gray.
Page 58 - But as air, melody, is what strikes me most of all in music and design in painting, so design, pattern or what I am in the habit of calling 'inscape' is what I above all aim at in poetry. Now it is the virtue of design, pattern, or inscape to be distinctive and it is the vice of distinctiveness to become queer. This vice I cannot have escaped.
Page 75 - The lily and the snow ; and beyond these I must not think now, though I saw that face. But for her eyes I should have fled away ; They held me back with a benignant light, Soft, mitigated by divinest lids Half-clos'd, and visionless entire they seem'd Of all external things...