Quarterly Review: A Journal of University Perspectives, Volume 50Alumni Association of the University of Michigan., 1943 Includes section: "Some Michigan books." |
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... poet , Padraic Colum , to whom she was married in 1912 , was born in Ireland . She is a graduate of the National University of Ireland and the Dominican College , Dublin , and came to United States in 1914 . For some years she was ...
... poet , Padraic Colum , to whom she was married in 1912 , was born in Ireland . She is a graduate of the National University of Ireland and the Dominican College , Dublin , and came to United States in 1914 . For some years she was ...
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... poets of that time often called their poetry ' essays ' - the " Essay on Man , " the " Essay on Criticism , " and so on . In the eighteenth century we had poetry in rhymed couplets which ran like this : Eternal blessings crown my ...
... poets of that time often called their poetry ' essays ' - the " Essay on Man , " the " Essay on Criticism , " and so on . In the eighteenth century we had poetry in rhymed couplets which ran like this : Eternal blessings crown my ...
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... poetry according to this critic was made up of little facts , les petits faits sensibles , which may be trans- lated as the " little facts of emotion . " II The formula of the realistic novel had a sort of scientific preciseness : the ...
... poetry according to this critic was made up of little facts , les petits faits sensibles , which may be trans- lated as the " little facts of emotion . " II The formula of the realistic novel had a sort of scientific preciseness : the ...
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... poetry are all a sort of autobiography . This is true , not only of Joyce and Proust , but of Thomas Wolfe , Virginia Woolf , T. S. Eliot , and many others . ( 4 ) . We change without ceasing ; as long as we are alive , we change from ...
... poetry are all a sort of autobiography . This is true , not only of Joyce and Proust , but of Thomas Wolfe , Virginia Woolf , T. S. Eliot , and many others . ( 4 ) . We change without ceasing ; as long as we are alive , we change from ...
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... poet of our falling on a flowing river and on its banks , time , tried to express both the little bit of the river in this case being the river Liffey man that is the everyday man and the large in Dublin but becoming the representative ...
... poet of our falling on a flowing river and on its banks , time , tried to express both the little bit of the river in this case being the river Liffey man that is the everyday man and the large in Dublin but becoming the representative ...
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Page 213 - You may as well go stand upon the beach, And bid the main flood bate his usual height; You may as well use question with the wolf, Why he hath made the ewe bleat for the lamb; You may as well forbid the mountain pines To wag their high tops, and to make no noise, When they are fretted with the gusts of heaven...
Page 134 - What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass.
Page 134 - Oh, our manhood's prime vigour ! no spirit feels waste, Not a muscle is stopped in its playing, nor sinew unbraced. Oh, the wild joys of living ! the leaping from rock up to rock — The strong rending of boughs from the fir-tree, — the cool silver shock Of the plunge in a pool's living water, — the hunt of the bear, And the sultriness showing the lion is couched in his lair.
Page 135 - The Pasture I'm going out to clean the pasture spring; I'll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch the water clear, I may): I shan't be gone long. — You come too. I'm going out to fetch the little calf That's standing by the mother. It's so young, It totters when she licks it with her tongue. I sha'n't be gone long. — You come too.
Page 27 - We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time. Through the unknown, remembered gate When the last of earth left to discover Is that which was the beginning; At the source of the longest river The voice of the hidden waterfall And the children in the apple-tree Not known, because not looked for 25o But heard, half-heard, in the stillness Between two waves of the sea.
Page 24 - Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed.
Page 138 - Often you must have seen them Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning After a rain. They click upon themselves As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel. Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells...
Page 135 - The Old Woman AS a white candle In a holy place, So is the beauty Of an aged face. As the spent radiance Of the winter sun, So is a woman With her travail done, Her brood gone from her, And her thoughts as still As the waters Under a ruined mill.
Page 27 - Quick now, here, now, always — A condition of complete simplicity (Costing not less than everything) And all shall be well and All manner of thing shall be well When the tongues of flame are infolded Into the crowned knot of fire And the fire and the rose are one.
Page 134 - Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgra.be. "Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!