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... poems will make it obvious that while he is pre - eminently among English poets the one who appeals most directly to the senses , his work is full of indications that his imagina- tion and poetic genius carried him beyond this first and ...
... poems will make it obvious that while he is pre - eminently among English poets the one who appeals most directly to the senses , his work is full of indications that his imagina- tion and poetic genius carried him beyond this first and ...
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... well known already to need more than the briefest recapitulation in order to understand the se- quence of his poems . His The son of a man employed in a livery B 2 A STUDY . 3 The sensuous faculties are the first to be ...
... well known already to need more than the briefest recapitulation in order to understand the se- quence of his poems . His The son of a man employed in a livery B 2 A STUDY . 3 The sensuous faculties are the first to be ...
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... poems . It would seem as if he had been living a double life at the time , and that while he walked the hospitals his mind was straying in the old classic fields or in the realms of gold ' of Spenser's faery world ; for neither science ...
... poems . It would seem as if he had been living a double life at the time , and that while he walked the hospitals his mind was straying in the old classic fields or in the realms of gold ' of Spenser's faery world ; for neither science ...
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... poets in school work . How great the joy of this discovery of Homer was to him is well known by the sonnet written on this occasion . SONNET ON READING CHAPMAN'S HOMER . Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold , And many goodly ...
... poets in school work . How great the joy of this discovery of Homer was to him is well known by the sonnet written on this occasion . SONNET ON READING CHAPMAN'S HOMER . Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold , And many goodly ...
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... poem is a ' test of invention , ' which he took to be ' the polar ' star of poetry . ' At the time of its publication ' Endymion ' was but a partial success . It was not of the ephemeral character which commands instan- taneous ...
... poem is a ' test of invention , ' which he took to be ' the polar ' star of poetry . ' At the time of its publication ' Endymion ' was but a partial success . It was not of the ephemeral character which commands instan- taneous ...
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Page 170 - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady ? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit ? ? What struggle to escape ? What pipes and timbrels ? What wild ecstasy...
Page 110 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair ; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Page 183 - His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there, All new successions to the forms they wear; Torturing th...
Page 163 - Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream?
Page 171 - O Attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, "Beauty is truth, truth beauty," — that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Page 171 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice ? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest ? What little town by river or sea-shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of its folk, this pious morn ? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be ; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
Page 141 - Full on this casement shone the wintry moon, And threw warm gules on Madeline's fair breast, As down she knelt for heaven's grace and boon; Rose-bloom fell on her hands, together prest, 220 And on her silver cross soft amethyst, And on her hair a glory, like a saint: She seem'da splendid angel, newly drest, Save wings, for heaven : — Porphyro grew faint : She knelt, so pure a thing, so free from mortal taint.
Page 4 - I've known you long; That you first taught me all the sweets of song : The grand, the sweet, the terse, the free, the fine : What swell'd with pathos, and what right divine : Spenserian vowels that elope with ease, And float along like birds o'er summer seas : Miltonian storms, and more, Miltonian tenderness: Michael in arms, and more, meek Eve's fair slenderness.
Page 174 - ON THE SEA It keeps eternal whisperings around Desolate shores, and with its mighty swell Gluts twice ten thousand Caverns, till the spell Of Hecate leaves them their old shadowy sound. Often 'tis in such gentle temper found, That scarcely will the very smallest shell Be moved for days from where it sometime fell, When last the winds of Heaven were unbound.
Page 19 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep ! He hath awakened from the dream of life. Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.