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... extreme of the unduly impassioned ; while such poets as Pope , Matthew Arnold , and Tennyson some- times push the principle of artistic finish over the border line into the province of art for art's sake 8 ENGLISH MEDITATIVE LYRICS.
... extreme of the unduly impassioned ; while such poets as Pope , Matthew Arnold , and Tennyson some- times push the principle of artistic finish over the border line into the province of art for art's sake 8 ENGLISH MEDITATIVE LYRICS.
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Theodore Whitefield Hunt. border line into the province of art for art's sake . To combine these elements in right proportions is a mark of genius , and not the least so in the lyric , where thought and feeling must alike enter and yet ...
Theodore Whitefield Hunt. border line into the province of art for art's sake . To combine these elements in right proportions is a mark of genius , and not the least so in the lyric , where thought and feeling must alike enter and yet ...
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... line of the grotesque and abnormal . Hence , in the earlier stages of our na- tional literature , we find what we expect to find- the simple , rather than the more elaborate , forms of the lyric ; hymns and songs and idyls and the ...
... line of the grotesque and abnormal . Hence , in the earlier stages of our na- tional literature , we find what we expect to find- the simple , rather than the more elaborate , forms of the lyric ; hymns and songs and idyls and the ...
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... line , as also that of Swinburne , while Lang and Dobson , Austin and Watson , clearly discern the manifest meaning of the time in this direction . Out of these aspirings and poetic move- ments , increasing in vitality , as the century ...
... line , as also that of Swinburne , while Lang and Dobson , Austin and Watson , clearly discern the manifest meaning of the time in this direction . Out of these aspirings and poetic move- ments , increasing in vitality , as the century ...
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... lines of Mrs. Browning , is as potent in its way as the more impassioned utterances of the dramatic writers . There is thus , in verse , the presence of what one has called " disciplined im- pulses , " feeling under healthy restraint ...
... lines of Mrs. Browning , is as potent in its way as the more impassioned utterances of the dramatic writers . There is thus , in verse , the presence of what one has called " disciplined im- pulses , " feeling under healthy restraint ...
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Page 58 - All thinking things, all objects of all thought, And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth ; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create *, And what perceive...
Page 111 - But now I only hear Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar, Retreating to the breath Of the night-wind, down the vast edges drear And naked shingles of the world.
Page 134 - Ring out, ye crystal spheres ! Once bless our human ears, If ye have power to touch our senses so; And let your silver chime Move in melodious time ; And let the base of Heaven's deep organ blow; And with your ninefold harmony Make up full consort to the angelic symphony.
Page 69 - Not by the sport of nature, but of man: These two, a maiden and a youth, were there Gazing— the one on all that was beneath Fair as herself— but the boy gazed on her; And both were young, and one was beautiful: And both were young— yet not alike in youth. As the sweet moon on the horizon's verge, The maid was on the eve of womanhood; The boy had fewer summers, but his heart Had far outgrown his years, and to his eye There was but one beloved face on earth, And that was shining on him...
Page 134 - THIS is the month, and this the happy morn, Wherein the Son of Heaven's eternal King, Of wedded Maid, and Virgin Mother born, Our great redemption from above did bring...
Page 46 - Or the unseen Genius of the wood. But let my due feet never fail To walk the studious cloister's pale, And love the high embowed roof, With antique pillars massy proof, And storied windows richly dight, Casting a dim religious light.
Page 110 - But often, in the world's most crowded streets, But often, in the din of strife, There rises an unspeakable desire After the knowledge of our buried life; A thirst to spend our fire and restless force In tracking out our true, original course; A longing to inquire Into the mystery of this heart which beats So wild, so deep in us - to know Whence our lives come and where they go.
Page 34 - Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen...
Page 40 - O but they say the tongues of dying men Enforce attention like deep harmony: Where words are scarce, they are seldom spent in vain. For they breathe truth that breathe their words in pain.
Page 56 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.