Tennyson: His Art and Relation to Modern LifePutnam, 1894 - 516 pages |
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... earth , and the whole history of man was a dreadful tragedy . That was his view , and he maintained it with all a poet's fervor . But it would not be true to say that Tennyson had not to fight for it against thoughts within which endeav ...
... earth , and the whole history of man was a dreadful tragedy . That was his view , and he maintained it with all a poet's fervor . But it would not be true to say that Tennyson had not to fight for it against thoughts within which endeav ...
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... is to become a leader of fresh song , is then like one of those figures we see in the medieval pictures of the Resurrection at the Last Judgment , half risen from the earth , their heads and arms uplifted to the new 62 Tennyson.
... is to become a leader of fresh song , is then like one of those figures we see in the medieval pictures of the Resurrection at the Last Judgment , half risen from the earth , their heads and arms uplifted to the new 62 Tennyson.
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His Art and Relation to Modern Life Stopford Augustus Brooke. earth , their heads and arms uplifted to the new light of life , their legs still clasped by the encumbering earth . He is This was exactly the case with Tennyson . partly ...
His Art and Relation to Modern Life Stopford Augustus Brooke. earth , their heads and arms uplifted to the new light of life , their legs still clasped by the encumbering earth . He is This was exactly the case with Tennyson . partly ...
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... earth wonder , So was their meaning to her words . No sword Of wrath her right arm hurl'd , But one poor poet's scroll , and with his word She shook the world . THREE CHAPTER II THE POEMS OF 1833 HREE years after. 72 Tennyson.
... earth wonder , So was their meaning to her words . No sword Of wrath her right arm hurl'd , But one poor poet's scroll , and with his word She shook the world . THREE CHAPTER II THE POEMS OF 1833 HREE years after. 72 Tennyson.
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... T is one to me . " " I take possession of man's mind and deed , I care not what the sects may brawl . I sit as God , holding no form of creed , But contemplating all . " Full oft the riddle of the painful earth Flash'd thro 88 Tennyson.
... T is one to me . " " I take possession of man's mind and deed , I care not what the sects may brawl . I sit as God , holding no form of creed , But contemplating all . " Full oft the riddle of the painful earth Flash'd thro 88 Tennyson.
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Page 478 - To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, To slowly trace the forest's shady scene, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been ; To climb the trackless mountain all unseen, With the wild flock that never needs a fold ; Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean ; This is not solitude ; 'tis but to hold Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unroll'd.
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 123 - All things are taken from us, and become Portions and parcels of the dreadful Past. Let us alone. What pleasure can we have To war with evil? Is there any peace In ever climbing up the climbing wave? All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave In silence; ripen, fall and cease: Give us long rest or death, dark death, or dreamful ease.
Page 242 - There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate; The red rose cries, 'She is near, she is near;' And the white rose weeps, 'She is late;' The larkspur listens, 'I hear, I hear;' And the lily whispers, 'I wait.
Page 411 - 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 126 - 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.
Page 486 - I am a part of all that I have met ; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho
Page 120 - Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control, These three alone lead life to sovereign power. Yet not for power (power of herself Would come uncall'd for), but to live by law, Acting the law we live by without fear ; And, because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence.
Page 451 - THE baby new to earth and sky, What time his tender palm is prest Against the circle of the breast, Has never thought that " this is I :" But as he grows he gathers much, And learns the use of "I," and "me," And finds "I am not what I see, And other than the things I touch.