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... fear . Immediate victory , immediate utility , became everything , and we artists , who are the servants not of any cause but of mere naked life ... became , as elsewhere in Europe , protesting individual voices . " Yeats had hoped to ...
... fear . Immediate victory , immediate utility , became everything , and we artists , who are the servants not of any cause but of mere naked life ... became , as elsewhere in Europe , protesting individual voices . " Yeats had hoped to ...
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... fear that they were born in one war and doomed to die in another . Their vocabulary , their taste , their technique , most of all their social and political convictions , offered the greatest possible contrasts to those of the Georgians ...
... fear that they were born in one war and doomed to die in another . Their vocabulary , their taste , their technique , most of all their social and political convictions , offered the greatest possible contrasts to those of the Georgians ...
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... fears Is impotent at length for weal or woe . Your past , your present , all alike must fade In a new land of dreams ... Fear , anger , jealousy , have found a voice . Love's pain or rapture the brute bosoms swell . Nature has symbols ...
... fears Is impotent at length for weal or woe . Your past , your present , all alike must fade In a new land of dreams ... Fear , anger , jealousy , have found a voice . Love's pain or rapture the brute bosoms swell . Nature has symbols ...
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... fear or rage . Not that the sweet - fowl , song - fowl , needs no rest Why , hear him , hear him babble and drop down to his nest , But his own nest , wild nest , no prison . Man's spirit will be flesh - bound when found at best , But ...
... fear or rage . Not that the sweet - fowl , song - fowl , needs no rest Why , hear him , hear him babble and drop down to his nest , But his own nest , wild nest , no prison . Man's spirit will be flesh - bound when found at best , But ...
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... Fear not a flowery death , Dread not an airy tomb ! Fly with delight , fly hence ! ' Twas thine love's tender sense To feast ; now on thy bier Beauty shall shed a tear . NIMIUM FORTUNATUS I have lain in the sun , I have toil'd as I ...
... Fear not a flowery death , Dread not an airy tomb ! Fly with delight , fly hence ! ' Twas thine love's tender sense To feast ; now on thy bier Beauty shall shed a tear . NIMIUM FORTUNATUS I have lain in the sun , I have toil'd as I ...
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Pagrindiniai terminai ir frazės
A. E. Housman Alice Meynell awake Ballad beauty bird blue born breath Charlotte Mew clouds cold dance Danny Deever dark dawn dead dear death delight died dream earth England English eyes face feet fire flame flower Gerard Manley Hopkins grass grave gray Gunga Din hand Hardy hear heard heart Heaven hills Hopkins Housman Kipling kiss knew laughing light live look Lord Masefield moon morning never night pass passion play poet poetic poetry prose rhyme Robert Bridges rose round Shropshire Lad silence sing skies sleep snow song sorrow soul spirit stars strange sweet tears thee there's things thou thought tree turned verse voice volumes W. B. Yeats W. H. Auden W. H. Davies walk wandering watch wild William Butler Yeats wind wrote Yeats young
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98 psl. - All which I took from thee I did but take, Not for thy harms, But just that thou might'st seek it in My arms. All which thy child's mistake Fancies as lost, I have stored for thee at home: Rise, clasp My hand, and come!
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126 psl. - Now all the truth is out, Be secret and take defeat From any brazen throat, For how can you compete, Being honour bred, with one Who, were it proved he lies, Were neither shamed in his own Nor in his neighbours
97 psl. - Ah! is Thy love indeed A weed, albeit an amaranthine weed, Suffering no flowers except its own to mount? Ah! must Designer infinite! Ah! must Thou char the wood ere Thou canst limn with it? My freshness spent its wavering shower i' the dust; And now my heart is as a broken fount, Wherein tear-drippings stagnate, spilt down ever From the dank thoughts that shiver Upon the sighful branches of my mind. Such is; what is to be? The pulp so bitter, how shall taste the rind? I dimly guess what Time...
29 psl. - AFTERWARDS When the Present has latched its postern behind my tremulous stay, And the May month flaps its glad green leaves like wings, Delicate-filmed as new-spun silk, will the neighbours say, 'He was a man who used to notice such things'? If it be in the dusk when, like an eyelid's soundless blink, The dewfall-hawk comes crossing the shades to alight Upon the wind-warped upland thorn, a gazer may think, 'To him this must have been a familiar sight.
95 psl. - I pleaded, outlaw-wise, By many a hearted casement, curtained red, Trellised with intertwining charities; (For, though I knew His love Who followed, Yet was I sore adread Lest, having Him, I must have naught beside) But, if one little casement parted wide, The gust of His approach would clash it to: Fear wist not to evade, as Love wist to pursue.