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... Poet , The First English . Poem . By WILLIAM ALLINGHAM • Poetry , Two Theories of . By ARTHUR TILLEY • • 65 126 342 280 473 · 48 445 27 305 • 28 209 227 268 Portrait of a Lady , The . By HENRY JAMES , Jun . : - Chapters XXIX . — XXXIV ...
... Poet , The First English . Poem . By WILLIAM ALLINGHAM • Poetry , Two Theories of . By ARTHUR TILLEY • • 65 126 342 280 473 · 48 445 27 305 • 28 209 227 268 Portrait of a Lady , The . By HENRY JAMES , Jun . : - Chapters XXIX . — XXXIV ...
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... poetic than spending the winter in Paris - Paris was like smart , neat prose - and her frequent cor- respondence with Madame Merle did much to stimulate such fancies . She had never had a keener sense of free- dom , of the absolute ...
... poetic than spending the winter in Paris - Paris was like smart , neat prose - and her frequent cor- respondence with Madame Merle did much to stimulate such fancies . She had never had a keener sense of free- dom , of the absolute ...
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... world of pain . For him the joys of life abide , For me its griefs remain . I would not wish him back again , she said , But Spring is hard to bear now he is dead . OLD MYTHOLOGY IN MODERN POETRY . misgivings as to its A. M. 27.
... world of pain . For him the joys of life abide , For me its griefs remain . I would not wish him back again , she said , But Spring is hard to bear now he is dead . OLD MYTHOLOGY IN MODERN POETRY . misgivings as to its A. M. 27.
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... poetry ; or only in part , as in that of Italian painting and the poems of Dante and Milton . They are , there- fore , no longer matters of belief to us , but they were so to the old artists and poets . Hence we draw the inference that ...
... poetry ; or only in part , as in that of Italian painting and the poems of Dante and Milton . They are , there- fore , no longer matters of belief to us , but they were so to the old artists and poets . Hence we draw the inference that ...
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... poets , with a power not less direct and productive than of old -ideas which scarcely any one would call religious now , but which will be religious then ? Indi- cations of such a possible future are not wanting , but this is ... Poetry . 29.
... poets , with a power not less direct and productive than of old -ideas which scarcely any one would call religious now , but which will be religious then ? Indi- cations of such a possible future are not wanting , but this is ... Poetry . 29.
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˹éÒ 179 - No more of that. I pray you, in your letters, When you shall these unlucky deeds relate, Speak of me as I am ; nothing extenuate, Nor set down aught in malice...
˹éÒ 135 - But he turned, and rebuked them, and said, Ye know not what manner of spirit ye are of. For the Son of man is not come to destroy men's lives, but to save them.
˹éÒ 38 - As tho' to breathe were life. Life piled on life Were all too little, and of one to me Little remains : but every hour is saved From that eternal silence, something more, A bringer of new things ; and vile it were For some three suns to store and hoard myself, And this grey spirit yearning in desire To follow knowledge like a sinking star, Beyond the utmost bound of human thought.
˹éÒ 217 - Next Marlowe, bathed in the Thespian springs, Had in him those brave translunary things That the first poets had ; his raptures were All air and fire, which made his verses clear ; For that fine madness still he did retain Which rightly should possess a poet's brain.
˹éÒ 232 - PREDESTINATION to Life is the everlasting purpose of God, whereby (before the foundations of the world were laid) he hath constantly decreed by his counsel secret to us, to deliver from curse and damnation those whom he hath chosen in Christ out of mankind, and to bring them by Christ to everlasting salvation, as vessels made to honour.
˹éÒ 219 - This spiritual Love acts not nor can exist Without Imagination, which, in truth, Is but another name for absolute power And clearest insight, amplitude of mind, And Reason in her most exalted mood.
˹éÒ 230 - THERE is but one only living and true God ; who is infinite in being and perfection, a most pure spirit, invisible, without body, parts, or passions, immutable, immense, eternal, incomprehensible, almighty, most wise, most holy, most free, most absolute, working all things according to the counsel of his own immutable and most righteous will...
˹éÒ 100 - Christ did truly rise again from death, and took again his body, with flesh, bones, and all things appertaining to the perfection of Man's nature ; wherewith he ascended into Heaven, and there sitteth, until he return to judge all Men at the last day.
˹éÒ 138 - The whole strange purpose of their lives, to find Or make an enemy of all mankind! Not one looks backward, onward still he goes, Yet ne'er looks forward further than his nose.
˹éÒ 37 - DEEP on the convent-roof the snows Are sparkling to the moon : My breath to heaven like vapour goes : May my soul follow soon ! The shadows of the convent-towers Slant down the snowy sward, Still creeping with the creeping hours That lead me to my Lord : Make Thou my spirit pure and clear As are the frosty skies, Or this first snowdrop of the year That in my bosom lies. As these white robes are...