Six Famous Living Poets: Introductory Studies, Illustrated by Quotation and CommentT. Butterworth, Limited, 1922 - 286 páginas |
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... face , were all temptation , All subtle flies to trouble man , the trout ; Man to entice , entrap , entangle , flout , To take and spoil , and then to cast aside : Gain without giving was the craft she plied . " For her own base ends ...
... face , were all temptation , All subtle flies to trouble man , the trout ; Man to entice , entrap , entangle , flout , To take and spoil , and then to cast aside : Gain without giving was the craft she plied . " For her own base ends ...
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... face all drowsy in the dim And full of shudders as she yearned to him . " All this and more the jealousy - maddened boy , in his imagination , sees . " And now I'll drink , ' he said . ' I'll drink and drink - I never did before- I'll ...
... face all drowsy in the dim And full of shudders as she yearned to him . " All this and more the jealousy - maddened boy , in his imagination , sees . " And now I'll drink , ' he said . ' I'll drink and drink - I never did before- I'll ...
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... face in with a running jump . I'll not have dazzled eyes this second bout , And she can wash the fragments under pump . ' It was his ace , but Death had played a trump . Death , the blind beggar , chuckled , nodding dumb , ' My game ...
... face in with a running jump . I'll not have dazzled eyes this second bout , And she can wash the fragments under pump . ' It was his ace , but Death had played a trump . Death , the blind beggar , chuckled , nodding dumb , ' My game ...
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... faces Sweating the sail , their passionate play and change , It would be new , and wonderful , and strange . That this was what his work meant ; it would be A training in new vision . " Here may I interpolate a word ? Of what I hold to ...
... faces Sweating the sail , their passionate play and change , It would be new , and wonderful , and strange . That this was what his work meant ; it would be A training in new vision . " Here may I interpolate a word ? Of what I hold to ...
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... to insult his fellows , of the hateful allusion to a kick in the ribs . ' It is like a sudden blow in the face , coming when one's head is bowed in silent sympathy , one's eyes blinded with pitiful tears . RUDYARD KIPLING 59.
... to insult his fellows , of the hateful allusion to a kick in the ribs . ' It is like a sudden blow in the face , coming when one's head is bowed in silent sympathy , one's eyes blinded with pitiful tears . RUDYARD KIPLING 59.
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Six Famous Living Poets: Introductory Studies, Illustrated by Quotation and ... Coulson Kernahan Vista de fragmentos - 1968 |
Términos y frases comunes
Alfred Noyes Barrack-Room Ballads beautiful brain breath CHANDRA comes Cotswold dared dark Dauber dead dear death dream Drinkwater's dusk earth England eternal Everlasting Mercy eyes face fairy flower Forest of Wild forget Gaston glory hand hear heard heart heaven hills humour Jessamine John Drinkwater John Masefield Julian Grenfell King Kipling Kipling's knew light lines living look Lord love poems lover Mamble Mase Maurice Baring Maurice Baring's moon mortal mother never night noble Noyes's passage passion Peterkin picture play poet poet's poetry PRINCE Proserpine Queen quote reader rhyme ROSEMARY Rottingdean Rudyard Kipling Saul Kane seems sing Sir Henry Newbolt sleep soldier song sonnet soul speak spirit stanzas stars story strange sweet tells thee things thou thought true vision voice Wild Thyme wings woman wonder word writes written Yvain
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Página 71 - If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or being hated don't give way to hating, And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise...
Página 253 - If I should die, think only this of me : That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England.
Página 71 - If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools...
Página 71 - If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings— nor lose the common touch, If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you, If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds...
Página 84 - I have eaten your bread and salt, I have drunk your water and wine; The deaths ye died I have watched beside, And the lives that ye led were mine. Was there aught that I did not share In vigil or toil or ease,— One joy or woe that I did not know, Dear hearts across the seas? I have written the tale of our life For a sheltered people's mirth, In jesting guise — but ye are wise, And ye know what the jest is worth.
Página 166 - But everybody said," quoth he, "that 'twas a famous victory. My father lived at Blenheim then, yon little stream hard by; they burnt his dwelling to the ground, and he was forced to fly: so with his wife and child he fled, nor had he where to rest his head.
Página 248 - THE blessed damozel leaned out From the gold bar of Heaven; Her eyes were deeper than the depth Of waters stilled at even; She had three lilies in her hand, And the stars in her hair were seven. Her robe, ungirt from clasp to hem, No wrought flowers did adorn, But a white rose of Mary's gift, For service meetly worn; Her hair that lay along her back Was yellow like ripe corn.
Página 24 - Others may sing of the wine and the wealth and the mirth, The portly presence of potentates goodly in girth ; — Mine be the dirt and the dross, the dust and scum of the earth ! Theirs be the music, the colour, the glory, the gold ; Mine be a handful of ashes, a mouthful of mould. Of the maimed, of the halt and the blind in the rain and the cold — Of these shall my songs be fashioned, my tales be told.
Página 75 - Strayed amid lonely islets, mazed amid outer keys, I waked the palms to laughter — I tossed the scud in the breeze — Never was isle so little, never was sea so lone, But over the scud and the palm-trees an English flag was flown. "I have wrenched it free from the...
Página 68 - Our England is a garden, and such gardens are not made By singing: — "Oh, how beautiful!" and sitting in the shade, While better men than we go out and start their working lives At grubbing weeds from gravel-paths with broken dinnerknives.