Our Living Poets: An Essay in Criticism, Volumen1Tinsley brothers, 1871 - 512 páginas |
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... lines of his upbuilding the superb , but less superb , contributions which it was given them to bring to the great edifice of Flemish painting of the seven- teenth century . Nor is this all ; for , if we were to go carefully into the ...
... lines of his upbuilding the superb , but less superb , contributions which it was given them to bring to the great edifice of Flemish painting of the seven- teenth century . Nor is this all ; for , if we were to go carefully into the ...
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... lines held to separate prose and verse ; and this seems more particularly desir- able on the ground that some of the authors to be discussed in these pages have used both methods of expression in a manner at least noteworthy . Whatever ...
... lines held to separate prose and verse ; and this seems more particularly desir- able on the ground that some of the authors to be discussed in these pages have used both methods of expression in a manner at least noteworthy . Whatever ...
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... line of superiority and inferiority between the prose and poetic methods of esthetic expression . The mental faculty which enables the artist to idealise , is perhaps best described as imagination— the creation of images ; and the ...
... line of superiority and inferiority between the prose and poetic methods of esthetic expression . The mental faculty which enables the artist to idealise , is perhaps best described as imagination— the creation of images ; and the ...
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... line a box , May serve to curl a maiden's locks ; Or when a thousand moons shall wane , A man upon a stall may find , And , passing , turn the page that tells A grief , then changed to something else , Sung by a long - forgotten mind ...
... line a box , May serve to curl a maiden's locks ; Or when a thousand moons shall wane , A man upon a stall may find , And , passing , turn the page that tells A grief , then changed to something else , Sung by a long - forgotten mind ...
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... lines- ' Am I guilty of blood ? However this may be , Comfort her , comfort her , all things good , While I am over the sea ! Let me and my passionate love go by , But speak to her all things holy and high , Whatever happen to me ! Me ...
... lines- ' Am I guilty of blood ? However this may be , Comfort her , comfort her , all things good , While I am over the sea ! Let me and my passionate love go by , But speak to her all things holy and high , Whatever happen to me ! Me ...
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Página 192 - THE blessed damozel leaned out From the gold bar of Heaven ; Her eyes were deeper than the depth Of waters stilled at even ; She had three lilies in her hand, And the stars in her hair were seven. Her robe, ungirt from clasp to hem, No wrought flowers did adorn, But a white rose of Mary's gift, For service meetly worn ; Her hair that lay along her back Was yellow like ripe corn.
Página 118 - Had you, with these the same, but brought a mind! Some women do so. Had the mouth there urged 'God and the glory! never care for gain. The present by the future, what is that? 'Live for fame, side by side with Agnolo! 'Rafael is waiting: up to God, all three!
Página 110 - Will't please you rise? We'll meet The company below, then. I repeat, The Count your master's known munificence Is ample warrant that no just pretence Of mine for dowry will be disallowed; Though his fair daughter's self, as I avowed At starting, is my object. Nay, we'll go Together down, sir. Notice Neptune, though, Taming a sea-horse, thought a rarity, Which Claus of Innsbruck cast in bronze for me!
Página 117 - That arm is wrongly put — and there again — • A fault to pardon in the drawing's lines, Its body, so to speak: its soul is right, He means right, — that, a child may understand. Still, what an arm ! and I could alter it : But all the play, the insight and the stretch — Out of me, out of me! And wherefore out? Had you enjoined them on me, given me soul, We might have risen to Rafael, I and you!
Página 45 - And the ear of man cannot hear, and the eye of man cannot see; But if we could see and hear, this Vision — were it not He?
Página 376 - But to speak in literature with the perfect rectitude and insouciance of the movements of animals and the unimpeachableness of the sentiment of trees in the woods and grass by the roadside is the flawless triumph of art.
Página 34 - Peace sitting under her olive, and slurring the days gone by, When the poor are hovell'd and hustled together, each sex, like swine, When only the ledger lives, and when only not all men lie ; Peace in her vineyard — yes!
Página 202 - Of Adam's first wife, Lilith, it is told (The witch he loved before the gift of Eve,) That, ere the snake's, her sweet tongue could deceive, And her enchanted hair was the first gold. And still she sits, young while the earth is old, And, subtly of herself contemplative...
Página 329 - Brimming, and bright, and large ; then sands begin To hem his watery march, and dam his streams, And split his currents ; that for many a league The shorn and parcell'd Oxus strains along Through beds of sand and matted rushy isles...
Página 209 - I chide the world-without-end hour Whilst I, my sovereign, watch the clock for you, Nor think the bitterness of absence sour When you have bid your servant once adieu ; Nor dare I question with my jealous thought Where you may be, or your affairs suppose...