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2 Swaab does not seem to appreciate what 'keeps warm / Men's wits' — at least
men like Hopkins: 'Poet and reader, then, are watching the stranger watching the
boys, a cooling intellectual symmetry' (p.56). 3 Sobolev comments: 'It is clear ...
2 Swaab does not seem to appreciate what 'keeps warm / Men's wits' — at least
men like Hopkins: 'Poet and reader, then, are watching the stranger watching the
boys, a cooling intellectual symmetry' (p.56). 3 Sobolev comments: 'It is clear ...
Page 185
Hitherto in the 'Epithalamion', the stranger has been separated from the playful '
garland of their gambol', from the 'more', by his own garland of 'woolwoven wear',
a particularly interesting referent in light of the following passage from Pater's ...
Hitherto in the 'Epithalamion', the stranger has been separated from the playful '
garland of their gambol', from the 'more', by his own garland of 'woolwoven wear',
a particularly interesting referent in light of the following passage from Pater's ...
Page 186
After his conventions, his bothersome clothing, and especially his shoes have
been duly discarded — 'careless these in coloured wisp / All lie tumbled-to' —
Hopkins's stranger discovers how surprisingly tactile the world about him has
always ...
After his conventions, his bothersome clothing, and especially his shoes have
been duly discarded — 'careless these in coloured wisp / All lie tumbled-to' —
Hopkins's stranger discovers how surprisingly tactile the world about him has
always ...
Page 197
the passions stirring within the stranger's breast: beyond expressing the influence
of the boys' voluptuous accents, 'flashing' is a glass-maker's term for the act of
covering transparent glass with a film of colour, implying that the listless stranger
...
the passions stirring within the stranger's breast: beyond expressing the influence
of the boys' voluptuous accents, 'flashing' is a glass-maker's term for the act of
covering transparent glass with a film of colour, implying that the listless stranger
...
Page 287
beckoned by [their] noise', a stranger who gazes, unseen, until This garland of
their gambol flashes in his breast Into such a sudden zest Of summertime joys
That he hies to a pool neighbouring. This 'pool neighbouring' is a place of
seclusion ...
beckoned by [their] noise', a stranger who gazes, unseen, until This garland of
their gambol flashes in his breast Into such a sudden zest Of summertime joys
That he hies to a pool neighbouring. This 'pool neighbouring' is a place of
seclusion ...
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