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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... Freedom of the Sea : such a human beneficence as no mere invention could have fitted to the need , but whose dignity , no less than his service , attests the absolute veracity of the fundamental experiences that the poem records . Not ...
... Freedom of the Sea : such a human beneficence as no mere invention could have fitted to the need , but whose dignity , no less than his service , attests the absolute veracity of the fundamental experiences that the poem records . Not ...
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... freedom . He took cheer with the light , hills , winds , and streams ; the actual earth's equalities : he scorned the fellowship of weak souls , and gloried in the power of souls sufficient unto themselves . For soul is man's one guide ...
... freedom . He took cheer with the light , hills , winds , and streams ; the actual earth's equalities : he scorned the fellowship of weak souls , and gloried in the power of souls sufficient unto themselves . For soul is man's one guide ...
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... Freedom , brighter than the Sun , and Song , whose fires are quenched when Freedom's are dead . No soul of any glorious time loved Freedom better than F III . CHAPTER he , and that scripture of the SWINBURNE'S LANDOR 65.
... Freedom , brighter than the Sun , and Song , whose fires are quenched when Freedom's are dead . No soul of any glorious time loved Freedom better than F III . CHAPTER he , and that scripture of the SWINBURNE'S LANDOR 65.
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... Freedom . We have lost and very gladly rest . Song was as a shadowy sword to him , wrought to put all evil things to flight . He struck dumb the lying and hungering lips of priests ; he scourged kings and living slaves with the fiery ...
... Freedom . We have lost and very gladly rest . Song was as a shadowy sword to him , wrought to put all evil things to flight . He struck dumb the lying and hungering lips of priests ; he scourged kings and living slaves with the fiery ...
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... Freedom and Song shine upon his grave , for neither England nor Greece ever beheld a brow more resplendent with their lambency , and his name is now written in heaven among man's most glorious names . No storm can now flaw or deform ...
... Freedom and Song shine upon his grave , for neither England nor Greece ever beheld a brow more resplendent with their lambency , and his name is now written in heaven among man's most glorious names . No storm can now flaw or deform ...
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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.