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... true ; but the imagery of the poem is the result of intellectual ingenuity , not of poetic imagi- nation , and the movement of it , both in general and in detail , is the movement of machinery , not of life . COVENTRY PATMORE ( p . 521 ) ...
... true ; but the imagery of the poem is the result of intellectual ingenuity , not of poetic imagi- nation , and the movement of it , both in general and in detail , is the movement of machinery , not of life . COVENTRY PATMORE ( p . 521 ) ...
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... this - proves that , though not great , Mr. Austin is nevertheless a true poet and by no means the contemptible versifier he has too often been represented as being . ENGLISH POETRY EARLY MIDDLE ENGLISH xxviii ENGLISH POETRY.
... this - proves that , though not great , Mr. Austin is nevertheless a true poet and by no means the contemptible versifier he has too often been represented as being . ENGLISH POETRY EARLY MIDDLE ENGLISH xxviii ENGLISH POETRY.
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... true tion 50 terrible 55 harsh 27 accounts 28 naught 29 every mirth please very badly 32 bird's 33 seem 34 unpleas- 35 if it lasts unto displeasure mayst 37 ruin ant 38 true 39 lose 40 goodness 36 42 over - doing 41 excess 46 woe 47 ...
... true tion 50 terrible 55 harsh 27 accounts 28 naught 29 every mirth please very badly 32 bird's 33 seem 34 unpleas- 35 if it lasts unto displeasure mayst 37 ruin ant 38 true 39 lose 40 goodness 36 42 over - doing 41 excess 46 woe 47 ...
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... true 24 the 25 trusteth 20 it 27 very wrongly 28 15 30 delicate even so pass away 33 at every time 29 31 capricious 32 hasting away sorrow 35 enough at last 37 34 36 wear 38 wide 39 fall 40 bough 41 of face 42 Idoyne 43 those 44 ...
... true 24 the 25 trusteth 20 it 27 very wrongly 28 15 30 delicate even so pass away 33 at every time 29 31 capricious 32 hasting away sorrow 35 enough at last 37 34 36 wear 38 wide 39 fall 40 bough 41 of face 42 Idoyne 43 those 44 ...
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... 6 died 7 sits 8 will not 10 since 11 cursed 12 examine 13 where that same • entirely 14 true and faithful 15 died 16 cross 17 eternally living 18 worthy THE CANTERBURY TALES FROM THE PROLOGUE 6 5 Whan that TROILUS AND CRISEYDE 31.
... 6 died 7 sits 8 will not 10 since 11 cursed 12 examine 13 where that same • entirely 14 true and faithful 15 died 16 cross 17 eternally living 18 worthy THE CANTERBURY TALES FROM THE PROLOGUE 6 5 Whan that TROILUS AND CRISEYDE 31.
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Page 382 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While throng'd the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips — »The foe! They come! they come!« And wild and high the 'Cameron's gathering...
Page 385 - There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes, By the deep Sea, and music in its roar: I love not Man the less, but Nature more, From these our interviews, in which I steal From all I may be, or have been before, •To mingle with the Universe, and feel What I can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean— roll!
Page 459 - Death closes all: but something ere the end, Some work of noble note, may yet be done, Not unbecoming men that strove with Gods. 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. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths 60 Of all the western stars, until I die.
Page 476 - ... rim. Then I cast loose my buffcoat, each holster let fall, Shook off both my jack-boots, let go belt and all, Stood up in the stirrup, leaned, patted his ear, Called my Roland his pet-name, my horse without peer ; Clapped my hands, laughed and sang, any noise, bad or good, Till at length into Aix Roland galloped and stood. And all I remember is, friends flocking round As I sat with his head 'twixt my knees on the ground; And no voice but was praising this Roland of mine, As I poured down his...
Page 385 - Thy waters washed them power while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play; Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow; Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now.
Page 408 - He is made one with Nature: there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own; Which wields the world with never-wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Page 434 - Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Page 340 - Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave; Thou, over whom thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by...
Page 356 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day. We stuck, nor breath nor motion ; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. Water, water, everywhere, And all the boards did shrink: Water, water, everywhere, Nor any drop to drink.
Page 121 - Since there's no help, come, let us kiss and part! Nay, I have done. You get no more of me! And I am glad, yea, glad with all my heart, That thus so cleanly I myself can free. Shake hands for ever! Cancel all our vows! And when we meet at any time again, Be it not seen in either of our brows That we one jot of former love retain. Now at the last gasp of Love's latest breath, When, his pulse failing, Passion speechless lies, When Faith is kneeling by his bed of death, And Innocence is closing up his...