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... heaven gan to open fayre , And Phoebus , fresh as brydegrome to his mate , Came dauncing forth , shaking his deawie hayre , And hurled his glistering beams through gloomy ayre . ' " That baptism of blood and fire through which England ...
... heaven gan to open fayre , And Phoebus , fresh as brydegrome to his mate , Came dauncing forth , shaking his deawie hayre , And hurled his glistering beams through gloomy ayre . ' " That baptism of blood and fire through which England ...
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... rocking - horse movement of the Popian verse . ) " Ah dismal soul'd ! The winds of heaven blew , the ocean roll'd Its gathering waves - ye felt it not . The blue - Bar'd its eternal bosom , and the dew Of IN ENGLISH POETRY . 13.
... rocking - horse movement of the Popian verse . ) " Ah dismal soul'd ! The winds of heaven blew , the ocean roll'd Its gathering waves - ye felt it not . The blue - Bar'd its eternal bosom , and the dew Of IN ENGLISH POETRY . 13.
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... heaven . He , of all men , should have distinct and worthy objects before him , and consecrate himself to their promotion . It is thus that he best consults the glory of his art , and his own lasting fame . Mr. Tennyson knows that " the ...
... heaven . He , of all men , should have distinct and worthy objects before him , and consecrate himself to their promotion . It is thus that he best consults the glory of his art , and his own lasting fame . Mr. Tennyson knows that " the ...
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... heaven opened to a soul while yet on earth , earth forced on a soul's use while seeing heaven , " a spiritual state , less desirable and far less favorable to the true fulfilment of the purposes of earth- life , than that expressed in ...
... heaven opened to a soul while yet on earth , earth forced on a soul's use while seeing heaven , " a spiritual state , less desirable and far less favorable to the true fulfilment of the purposes of earth- life , than that expressed in ...
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... fail me , I'll complain . Must in death your daylight finish ? My sun sets to rise again . I find earth not gray but rosy , Heaven not grim but fair of hue . i Do I stoop ? I pluck a posy . 42 THE IDEA OF PERSONALITY.
... fail me , I'll complain . Must in death your daylight finish ? My sun sets to rise again . I find earth not gray but rosy , Heaven not grim but fair of hue . i Do I stoop ? I pluck a posy . 42 THE IDEA OF PERSONALITY.
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An Introduction to the Study of Robert Browning's Poetry Robert Browning,Hiram Corson ÁØÁÁͧ·Ñé§àÅèÁ - 1886 |
An Introduction to the Study of Robert Browning's Poetry Robert Browning,Hiram Corson ÁØÁÁͧ·Ñé§àÅèÁ - 1886 |
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˹éÒ 292 - Thoughts hardly to be packed Into a narrow act, Fancies that broke through language and escaped; All I could never be, All, men ignored in me, This, I was worth to God, whose wheel the pitcher shaped.
˹éÒ 22 - Yet in the long years liker must they grow; The man be more of woman, she of man; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto noble words...
˹éÒ 274 - All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good, shall exist ; Not its semblance, but itself; no beauty, nor good, nor power Whose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the melodist, When eternity affirms the conception of an hour.
˹éÒ 193 - And bade me creep past. No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers The heroes of old, Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life's arrears Of pain, darkness and cold. For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements...
˹éÒ 88 - Will't please you sit and look at her? I said "Fra Pandolf" by design, for never read Strangers like you that pictured countenance, The depth and passion of its earnest glance, But to myself they turned (since none puts by The curtain I have...
˹éÒ 21 - It is the land that freemen till, That sober-suited Freedom chose. The land, where girt with friends or foes A man may speak the thing he will ; A land of settled government, A land of just and old renown, Where Freedom broadens slowly down From precedent to precedent...
˹éÒ 286 - GROW old along with me! The best is yet to be, The last of life, for which the first was made: Our times are in his hand Who saith, "A whole I planned, Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!
˹éÒ 289 - Spite of this flesh to-day I strove, made head, gained ground upon the whole!" As the bird wings and sings, Let us cry, "All good things Are ours, nor soul helps flesh more, now, than flesh helps soul!
˹éÒ 331 - Tis the weakness in strength, that I cry for ! my flesh, that I seek In the Godhead ! I seek and I find it. O Saul, it shall be A Face like my face that receives thee; a Man like to me, Thou shalt love and be loved by, forever: a Hand like this hand Shall throw open the gates of new life to thee! See the Christ stand!
˹éÒ 242 - Though they come back and cannot tell the world. My works are nearer heaven, but I sit here. The sudden blood of these men ! at a word — Praise them, it boils, or blame them, it boils too. I, painting from myself and to myself, Know what I do, am unmoved by men's blame Or their praise either.