The Oral Study of LiteratureKnopf, 1923 - 431 pages |
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... wild cataract leaps in glory . Blow , bugle , blow , set the wild echoes flying , Blow , bugle ; answer , echoes , dying , dying , dying . O hark , O hear ! how thin and clear , And thinner , clearer , farther going ! O sweet and far ...
... wild cataract leaps in glory . Blow , bugle , blow , set the wild echoes flying , Blow , bugle ; answer , echoes , dying , dying , dying . O hark , O hear ! how thin and clear , And thinner , clearer , farther going ! O sweet and far ...
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... wild they range , These gentle birds that fly from man to man ; Who would not scorn and shake them from the fist , And let them fly , fair fools , which way they list ? Yet for disport we fawn and flatter both , To pass the time when ...
... wild they range , These gentle birds that fly from man to man ; Who would not scorn and shake them from the fist , And let them fly , fair fools , which way they list ? Yet for disport we fawn and flatter both , To pass the time when ...
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... wild north - westers rave , How proud a thing to fight with wind and wave ! The dripping sailor on the reeling mast Exults to bear , and scorns to wish it past . Where lies the land to which the ship would go ? Far , far ahead , is all ...
... wild north - westers rave , How proud a thing to fight with wind and wave ! The dripping sailor on the reeling mast Exults to bear , and scorns to wish it past . Where lies the land to which the ship would go ? Far , far ahead , is all ...
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... kisses after death , And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are for others ; deep as love , Deep as first love , and wild with all regret THE ORAL STUDY OF LITERATURE 87 135. REST AND RESTLESSNESS ...
... kisses after death , And sweet as those by hopeless fancy feigned On lips that are for others ; deep as love , Deep as first love , and wild with all regret THE ORAL STUDY OF LITERATURE 87 135. REST AND RESTLESSNESS ...
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Algernon de Vivier Tassin. Deep as first love , and wild with all regret ; O Death in Life , the days that are no more . ALFRED LORD TENNYSON 137. THE RIGHTFUL SWORD SHORT is mine errand to tell , and the end of my desire : For peace I ...
Algernon de Vivier Tassin. Deep as first love , and wild with all regret ; O Death in Life , the days that are no more . ALFRED LORD TENNYSON 137. THE RIGHTFUL SWORD SHORT is mine errand to tell , and the end of my desire : For peace I ...
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Page 100 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Page 322 - Milton! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men. Oh! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Page 400 - We in thought will join your throng Ye that pipe and ye that play, Ye that through your hearts today Feel the gladness of the May! What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Page 43 - GOING TO THE WARS Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind, To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase, The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honour more.
Page 400 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Page 408 - Neaera's hair ? Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise (That last infirmity of noble mind) To scorn delights and live laborious days ; But the fair guerdon when we hope to find, And think to burst out into sudden blaze, Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears, And slits the thin-spun life.
Page 70 - The splendour falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story : The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 312 - Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that oft-times hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
Page 399 - But it will not be long Ere this be thrown aside, And with new joy and pride The little Actor cons another part ; Filling from time to time his ' ' humorous stage " With all the Persons, down to palsied Age, That Life brings with her in her equipage ; As if his whole vocation Were endless imitation. Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted...
Page 290 - Yet not to thine eternal resting-place Shalt thou retire alone, nor couldst thou wish Couch more magnificent. Thou shalt lie down With patriarchs of the infant world — with kings, The powerful of the earth — the wise, the good, Fair forms, and hoary seers of ages past, — All in one mighty sepulchre.