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... gave his spare time chiefly to musical practice and to reading . He had earlier read Scott , Froissart , " Gil Blas , " Mayne Reid , " Don Quix- ote , " " Reynard the Fox , " and per- haps some of the eighteenth cen- tury English ...
... gave his spare time chiefly to musical practice and to reading . He had earlier read Scott , Froissart , " Gil Blas , " Mayne Reid , " Don Quix- ote , " " Reynard the Fox , " and per- haps some of the eighteenth cen- tury English ...
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... gave it me , I have an extraor- dinary musical talent , and feel it within me plainly that I could rise as high as any composer . But I can- not bring myself to believe that I was intended for a musician , because it seems so small a ...
... gave it me , I have an extraor- dinary musical talent , and feel it within me plainly that I could rise as high as any composer . But I can- not bring myself to believe that I was intended for a musician , because it seems so small a ...
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... response came from the sunken eyes . I poured some brandy into a spoon and gave it to him . It gurgled down his throat at first with no effort from him to swallow it . I repeated the stimu- lant several times 170 Sidney Lanier .
... response came from the sunken eyes . I poured some brandy into a spoon and gave it to him . It gurgled down his throat at first with no effort from him to swallow it . I repeated the stimu- lant several times 170 Sidney Lanier .
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... gave him some hot soup and more brandy , and he lay quiet till after midnight . Then he asked for his flute and began playing . As he played the first few notes , you should have heard the yell of joy that came up from the shivering 171 ...
... gave him some hot soup and more brandy , and he lay quiet till after midnight . Then he asked for his flute and began playing . As he played the first few notes , you should have heard the yell of joy that came up from the shivering 171 ...
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... gave him all his share but this and which was returned to him when released - and the friend - mak- ing , comfort - earning flute were his sole possessions . Weary and foot- sore , he plodded along till March 15 , when 172 Sidney Lanier .
... gave him all his share but this and which was returned to him when released - and the friend - mak- ing , comfort - earning flute were his sole possessions . Weary and foot- sore , he plodded along till March 15 , when 172 Sidney Lanier .
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ality artist Baltimore Bayard Taylor beating beauty breath called cantata criticism death delight edited English Novel English Verse expression eyes faith fancy father flower flute genius George Eliot gift give hath heart hills of Habersham holiness J. W. SEWELL Jacquerie John Sterling lectures letter literary literature lover Macon magic flute marsh marshes of Glynn melody ment mind moral nature ness never nier night orchestra passion Peacock personality play poems poet poet's poetic poetry Prof rare reading rhythm Science of English seems Shakespeare Shelley Ship of Earth Sidney Lanier sings smile song soul spirit springs struggle sweet Symphony tender thee things thou thought Tiger Lilies tion tone tree trochees ture valleys of Hall violet violin W. M. BASKERVILL Whitman's wife WILLIAM MALONE BASKERVILL woods my Master writes written York
Populiarios ištraukos
278 psl. - Out of the hills of Habersham, Down the valleys of Hall, I hurry amain to reach the plain, Run the rapid and leap the fall, Split at the rock and together again, Accept my bed, or narrow or wide, And flee from folly on every side With a lover's pain to attain the plain Far from the hills of Habersham, Far from the valleys of Hall. All down the hills of Habersham, All through the valleys of Hall, The rushes cried Abide, abide...
296 psl. - Will break as a bubble o'er-blown in a dream, Yon dome of too-tenuous tissues of space and of night, Over-weighted with stars, over-freighted with light, Over-sated with beauty and silence, will seem But a bubble that broke in a dream, If a bound of degree to this grace be laid, Or a sound or a motion made.
294 psl. - Of the scythe of time and the trowel of trade is low, And belief overmasters doubt, and I know that I know, And my spirit is grown to a lordly great compass within, That the length and the breadth and the sweep of the marshes of Glynn...
295 psl. - The skies Shine scant with one forked galaxy, The marsh brags ten : looped on his breast they lie. Oh, what if a sound should be made ! Oh, what if a bound should be laid To this bow-and-string tension of beauty and silence a-spring. To the bend of beauty the bow, or the hold of silence the string ! I fear me, I fear me yon dome of diaphanous gleam Will break as a bubble o'er-blown in a dream...
294 psl. - As the marsh-hen secretly builds on the watery sod, Behold I will build me a nest on the greatness of God ; I will fly in the greatness of God as the marshhen flies In the freedom that fills all the space 'twixt the marsh and the skies: By so many roots as the marsh-grass sends in the sod I will heartily lay me a-hold on the greatness of God...
288 psl. - We sieve mine-meshes under the hills, And thieve much gold from the Devil's bank tills, To relieve, O God, what manner of ills? The beasts, they hunger, and eat, and die; And so do we, and the world's a sty; Hush, fellow-swine: why nuzzle and cry? Swinehood hath no remedy Say many men, and hasten by, Clamping the nose and blinking the eye.
279 psl. - INTO the woods my Master went, Clean forspent, forspent. Into the woods my Master came, Forspent with love and shame. But the olives they were not blind to Him, The little gray leaves were kind to Him: The thorn-tree had a mind to Him When into the woods He came.
294 psl. - Ye marshes, how candid and simple and nothing-withholding and free Ye publish yourselves to the sky and offer yourselves to the sea! Tolerant plains, that suffer the sea and the rains and the sun, Ye spread and span like the catholic man who hath mightily won God out of knowledge and good out of infinite pain And sight out of blindness and purity out of a stain.
278 psl. - The dewberry dipped for to work delay, And the little reeds sighed Abide, abide. Here in the hills of Habersham, Here in the valleys of Hall.
264 psl. - If that our eyes might sometimes see Men maids in purity, Fair Lady? Shall Trade aye salve his conscience-aches With jibes at Chivalry's old mistakes The wars that o'erhot knighthood makes For Christ's and ladies