Tennyson: His Art and Relation to Modern LifePutnam, 1894 - 516 pages |
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Page 73
... cries Beauty in his heart , " a thousand shapes , there are yet a million more which thou mayest invent for me , and yet I shall not be exhausted . " He who feels that allurement and hears that cry has the art- ist's temper ; he who can ...
... cries Beauty in his heart , " a thousand shapes , there are yet a million more which thou mayest invent for me , and yet I shall not be exhausted . " He who feels that allurement and hears that cry has the art- ist's temper ; he who can ...
Page 99
... cries : * There are always exceptions to be found to general statements of this kind , and they are frequently strong exceptions . Elaine draws near to such an exception , and the song in The Princess- " Tears , idle tears , " is sung ...
... cries : * There are always exceptions to be found to general statements of this kind , and they are frequently strong exceptions . Elaine draws near to such an exception , and the song in The Princess- " Tears , idle tears , " is sung ...
Page 108
... cries : The crime of sense became The crime of malice , and is equal blame . Nevertheless , the man is not wholly lost . Were he absolutely evil , he would have had no feeling , no scorn , no mockery ; he could not even see the love and ...
... cries : The crime of sense became The crime of malice , and is equal blame . Nevertheless , the man is not wholly lost . Were he absolutely evil , he would have had no feeling , no scorn , no mockery ; he could not even see the love and ...
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His Art and Relation to Modern Life Stopford Augustus Brooke. Then a voice cries , Is there any hope ? and the close of the poem is majestic . To which an answer peal'd from that high land , But in a tongue no man could understand ; And ...
His Art and Relation to Modern Life Stopford Augustus Brooke. Then a voice cries , Is there any hope ? and the close of the poem is majestic . To which an answer peal'd from that high land , But in a tongue no man could understand ; And ...
Page 171
... cries with indignation , " great in war , great in govern- ment , great in science , great in the work of the world . Why should they not always be as great ? I will make it so . They shall be living wills , and sphered Whole in ...
... cries with indignation , " great in war , great in govern- ment , great in science , great in the work of the world . Why should they not always be as great ? I will make it so . They shall be living wills , and sphered Whole in ...
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Page 387 - The bare black cliff clang'd round him, as he based His feet on juts of slippery crag that rang Sharp-smitten with the dint of armed heels — And on a sudden, lo! the level lake, And the long glories of the winter moon.
Page 101 - Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a...
Page 162 - But follow ; let the torrent dance thee down To find him in the valley ; let the wild Lean-headed eagles yelp alone, and leave The monstrous ledges there to slope, and spill Their thousand wreaths of dangling water-smoke, That like a broken purpose waste in air. So waste not thou, but come ; for all the vales Await thee ; azure pillars of the hearth Arise to thee ; the children call, and I Thy shepherd pipe, and sweet is every sound, Sweeter thy voice, but every sound is sweet ; Myriads of rivulets...
Page 409 - HE clasps the crag with crooked hands; Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; He watches from his mountain walls, And like a thunderbolt he falls.
Page 127 - We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven ; that which we are, we are ; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
Page 249 - A shadow flits before me, Not thou, but like to thee: Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see...
Page 70 - THE poet in a golden clime was born, With golden stars above ; Dower'd with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love.
Page 125 - Vext the dim sea: I am become a name; For always roaming with a hungry heart Much have I seen and known; cities of men And manners, climates, councils, governments, Myself not least, but...
Page 385 - And bore him to a chapel nigh the field, A broken chancel with a broken cross, That stood on a dark strait of barren land. On one side lay the Ocean, and on one Lay a great water, and the moon was full.
Page 306 - In Love, if Love be Love, if Love be ours, Faith and unfaith can ne'er be equal powers : Unfaith in aught is want of faith in all. " It is the little rift within the lute, That by and by will make the music mute, And ever widening slowly silence all.