Swinburne and Landor: A Study of Their Spiritual Relationship and Its Effect on Swinburne's Moral and Poetic DevelopmentMacmillan and Company, Limited, 1918 - 304 psl. |
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... Fate : This thing moves more than all things , even thy son That thou cleave to him , a creed expressed more ... Fates waited upon Meleager's birth , and he , then but a span long moaned With inarticulate mouth inseparate words but those ...
... Fate : This thing moves more than all things , even thy son That thou cleave to him , a creed expressed more ... Fates waited upon Meleager's birth , and he , then but a span long moaned With inarticulate mouth inseparate words but those ...
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... fate is less moving , less potent than the memory of her flower of three suns old , The small one thing that lying drew down my life To lie with thee and feed thee ; a child and weak , Mine , a delight to no man , sweet to me . But fair ...
... fate is less moving , less potent than the memory of her flower of three suns old , The small one thing that lying drew down my life To lie with thee and feed thee ; a child and weak , Mine , a delight to no man , sweet to me . But fair ...
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... fate she answers Chastelard : Ah ! my sweet fool Think you , when God will ruin me for my sin My face of colour shall prevail me much With him , so soften the tooth'd iron's edge To save my throat a scar ? 99 She is Venus Pandemos who ...
... fate she answers Chastelard : Ah ! my sweet fool Think you , when God will ruin me for my sin My face of colour shall prevail me much With him , so soften the tooth'd iron's edge To save my throat a scar ? 99 She is Venus Pandemos who ...
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... fate and pray to the blind sky ? Yet God is not given up ( again contrary to Arnold , whose soliloquy concludes with ... fate is a blood - red fruit , " and the mighty gods have their fill of it , relaxing neither rein nor rod . Such ...
... fate and pray to the blind sky ? Yet God is not given up ( again contrary to Arnold , whose soliloquy concludes with ... fate is a blood - red fruit , " and the mighty gods have their fill of it , relaxing neither rein nor rod . Such ...
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... Fate , nor for love of them shall Fate retire ( 150 ) . 66 Ilicet " is among the latest of the Poems and Ballads ( 151 ) , and is , seemingly , a preliminary study , or corollary of one of the most beautiful of the poems , " The Garden ...
... Fate , nor for love of them shall Fate retire ( 150 ) . 66 Ilicet " is among the latest of the Poems and Ballads ( 151 ) , and is , seemingly , a preliminary study , or corollary of one of the most beautiful of the poems , " The Garden ...
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Swinburne and Landor– A Study of Their Spiritual Relationship and Its Effect ... Walter Brooks Drayton Henderson Visos knygos peržiūra - 1918 |
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Aeschylus Algernon Charles Swinburne Anactoria APPENDIX Atalanta in Calydon Baudelaire beauty Bersabe Blake Bolton King breath burne's CHAPTER Chastelard criticism death delight describes divine Dolores drama early earth Edmund Gosse England Erechtheus Essays and Studies expression eyes faith fate Félise flower freedom glory gods Gosse Greece Greek hath heart heaven Hellenics hero human Hymn to Proserpine idea influence Italian Italy Landor Laus Veneris liberty light lips live Lord lover man's Masque of Queen Mazzini memory Meredith Milton mood moral oppression Pantheism passage passion perfect Poems and Ballads poet poetry political praise Pre-Raphaelite prose Proserpine Queen Mother Republic republican Rome Rosamond Rossetti Sappho says Shelley Song of Italy Songs before Sunrise soul spirit stanza sweet Swin Swinburne Swinburne's Tannhäuser Thalassius thee theme thine things thou thought tion Tyrannicide verse Victor Hugo VIII Walter Savage Landor wind words
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217 psl. - I will go back to the great sweet mother, Mother and lover of men, the sea. I will go down to her, I and none other, Close with her, kiss her and mix her with me...
155 psl. - We are what suns and winds and waters make us The mountains are our sponsors, and the rills Fashion and win their nursling with their smiles. But where the land is dim from tyranny, There tiny pleasures occupy the place Of glories and of duties ; as the feet Of fabled faeries when the sun goes down Trip o'er the grass where wrestlers strove by day.
117 psl. - O spirit that man's life left pure, Man's death set free, Not with disdain of days that were Look earthward now ; Let dreams revive the reverend hair, The imperial brow ; Come back in sleep, for in the life Where thou art not We find none like thee. Time and strife And the world's lot Move thee no more ; but love at least And reverent heart May move thee, royal and released, Soul, as thou art.
282 psl. - Among the clicking coals. Our library-bower That eve was left to us: and hushed we sat As lovers to whom Time is whispering. From sudden-opened doors we heard them sing: The nodding elders mixed good wine with chat. Well knew we that Life's greatest treasure lay With us, and of it was our talk.
18 psl. - tis and ever was my wish and way To let all flowers live freely, and all die (Whene'er their Genius bids their souls depart) Among their kindred in their native place. I never pluck the rose ; the violet's head Hath shaken with my breath upon its bank And not reproached me ; the ever-sacred cup Of the pure lily hath between my hands Felt safe, unsoiled, nor lost one grain of gold.
149 psl. - But when God commands to take the trumpet, and blow a dolorous or a jarring blast, it lies not in man's will what he shall say, or what he shall conceal.
188 psl. - Thou and I and he are not gods made men for a span, But God, if a God there be, is the substance of men which is man. Our lives are as pulses or pores of his manifold body and breath ; As waves of his sea on the shores where birth is the beacon of death.
119 psl. - We too have tracked by star-proof trees The tempest of the Thyiades Scare the loud night on hills that hid The blood-feasts of the Bassarid, Heard their song's iron cadences Fright the wolf hungering from the kid, Outroar the lion-throated seas, Outchide the north-wind if it chid, And hush the torrent-tongued ravines With thunders of their tambourines.
110 psl. - Yet, Jenny, looking long at you, The woman almost fades from view. A cipher of man's changeless sum Of lust, past, present, and to come Is left. A riddle that one shrinks To challenge from the scornful sphinx.
62 psl. - BETWEEN the green bud and the red Youth sat and sang by Time, and shed From eyes and tresses flowers and tears, From heart and spirit hopes and fears, Upon the hollow stream whose bed Is channelled by the foamless years; And with the white the gold-haired head Mixed running locks, and in Time's ears Youth's dreams hung singing, and Time's truth Was half not harsh in the ears of Youth.