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... tribute to the infant Saviour , this sweet and exultant meditative keynote sound- ing more or less clearly through every later poem of his pen . Passing by Milton's " Epitaphs , " so called , in- cluding the memorable one on Shakespeare ...
... tribute to the infant Saviour , this sweet and exultant meditative keynote sound- ing more or less clearly through every later poem of his pen . Passing by Milton's " Epitaphs , " so called , in- cluding the memorable one on Shakespeare ...
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... tribute could be truer than this , as no one has read but a little way into the inner meaning of this great poet's mind and art without discovering that the interests of " high and sacred truth were prized by him above all else , and ...
... tribute could be truer than this , as no one has read but a little way into the inner meaning of this great poet's mind and art without discovering that the interests of " high and sacred truth were prized by him above all else , and ...
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... tribute to whom is perhaps the best and the best known of all : Milton thou shouldst be living at this hour ; England hath need of thee . So , the sonnet beginning : Great men have been among us ; hands that penned And tongues that ...
... tribute to whom is perhaps the best and the best known of all : Milton thou shouldst be living at this hour ; England hath need of thee . So , the sonnet beginning : Great men have been among us ; hands that penned And tongues that ...
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... tribute to him : Enough that there is none since risen who sings A song so gotten of the immediate soul , So instant from the vital fount of things Which is our source and goal ; And though at touch of later hands there float More ...
... tribute to him : Enough that there is none since risen who sings A song so gotten of the immediate soul , So instant from the vital fount of things Which is our source and goal ; And though at touch of later hands there float More ...
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... tribute to his charac- ter and work , and seems fully to appreciate the high ministry he rendered to the English poetry of his day . English literature has been singularly fortu- nate in that , from time to time in its history , such ...
... tribute to his charac- ter and work , and seems fully to appreciate the high ministry he rendered to the English poetry of his day . English literature has been singularly fortu- nate in that , from time to time in its history , such ...
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bard beautiful Browning Browning's Byron called character closing contemplative death devout didactic doth dramatic dramatic verse elegiac elegy Elizabethan Elizabethan era emotion English lyric English poet English poetry epic Epitaph expression fact faith feature genuine George Eliot Grave heart heaven heavenly Hence holy hope human hymn idyllic intellectual Keats LENOX AND TILDEN light lines literary literature live Lord Lord Byron Lycidas lyric poetry lyric verse lyrical element lyrist Matthew Arnold meditative lyric memory Milton mind monody moral musings nature night opening order of verse passion pensive poems poet's poetic product poetry reflective lyric River Duddon Robert Browning sense sentiment Shakespeare Shelley side sings song sonnets sorrow soul Spenser sphere spirit stanzas strain sweet tender Tennyson thee TILDEN FOUNDATIONS tion tribute truth university carrier William Wordsworth Wordsworth writes written wrote YORK PUBLIC LIBRARY
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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.