Studies in Interpretation: Keats-Clough-Matthew ArnoldG. P. Putnam's sons, 1896 - 221 Seiten |
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... young was very Heaven ! O times , In which the meagre , stale , forbidding ways Of custom , law , and statute , took at once The attraction of a country in romance ! Now was it that both found , the meek and lofty , Did both find ...
... young was very Heaven ! O times , In which the meagre , stale , forbidding ways Of custom , law , and statute , took at once The attraction of a country in romance ! Now was it that both found , the meek and lofty , Did both find ...
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... young enthusiasm died away . Frustrated hope changed into apathy , revolutionary faith into . post - revolutionary skepticism and despair . The moral exhaustion which followed the failure of the " proud hopes " of 1789 , was , as we can ...
... young enthusiasm died away . Frustrated hope changed into apathy , revolutionary faith into . post - revolutionary skepticism and despair . The moral exhaustion which followed the failure of the " proud hopes " of 1789 , was , as we can ...
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... young Tennyson's large claim , in the poet's behalf , to divinely - given insight and power : 66 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 . He ...
... young Tennyson's large claim , in the poet's behalf , to divinely - given insight and power : 66 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 . He ...
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... young fawns , Yeaned in after times , when we are flown , Find a fresh sward beneath it , overgrown With simple flowers ; let there nothing be More boisterous than a lover's bended knee ; Naught more ungentle than the placid look Of one ...
... young fawns , Yeaned in after times , when we are flown , Find a fresh sward beneath it , overgrown With simple flowers ; let there nothing be More boisterous than a lover's bended knee ; Naught more ungentle than the placid look Of one ...
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... young : but all is dark Around thine agèd top , and thy clear fount Exhales in mists to heaven . Ay , the count Of mighty Poets is made up ; the scroll Is folded by the Muses ; the bright roll Is in Apollo's hand : our dazèd eyes Have ...
... young : but all is dark Around thine agèd top , and thy clear fount Exhales in mists to heaven . Ay , the count Of mighty Poets is made up ; the scroll Is folded by the Muses ; the bright roll Is in Apollo's hand : our dazèd eyes Have ...
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Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
admirable æsthetic ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH beauty believe Bothie of Tober-na-Vuolich Carlyle character characteristic Claude Clough creed criticism dark despair Dipsychus dream earth emotion Empedocles on Etna Endymion English Essays expression eyes fact faith feeling Forman's edition G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS genius Grande Chartreuse habit heart hope human ideal influence inspiration intellectual interesting John Keats Keats Keats's less letters Literature live look man's Marcus Aurelius Matthew Arnold melancholy ment mental mind modern mood moral nature Obermann once ourselves pagan passage philosophic poem poet poet's poetic poetry present problems Prose Remains question reality realize relation religious Rugby Rugby Chapel Senancour sense Shelley skepticism Sonnet soul speculation spiritual Stanzas struggle temper tendencies things thou thought Tintern Abbey tion touch true truth turn utterances verse vision words Wordsworth writes young
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 25 - Do not all charms fly At the mere touch of cold philosophy ? There was an awful rainbow once in heaven : We know her woof, her texture ; she is given In the dull catalogue of common things. Philosophy will clip an Angel's wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air and gnomed mine — Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made The tender-person'd Lamia melt into a shade.
Seite 40 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, 80 That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Seite 16 - Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present; the words which express what they understand not; the trumpets which sing to battle, and feel not what they inspire; the influence which is moved not, but moves. Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.
Seite 49 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too...
Seite 219 - The sun shall be no more thy light by day, neither for brightness shall the moon give light unto thee; but the Lord shall be unto thee an everlasting light, and thy God thy glory.
Seite 41 - Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Seite 161 - Who could resist the charm of that spiritual apparition, gliding in the dim afternoon light through the aisles of St. Mary's, rising into the pulpit, and then, in the most entrancing of voices, breaking the silence with words and thoughts which were a religious music, — subtle, sweet, mournful?
Seite 49 - To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core ; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells With a sweet kernel ; to set budding more, And still more, later flowers for the bees, Until they think warm days will never cease, For Summer has o'erbrimm'd their clammy cells.
Seite 218 - Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.
Seite 173 - Darwin's famous proposition that ' our ancestor was a hairy quadruped furnished with a tail and pointed ears, probably arboreal in his habits.