Convention and Revolt in PoetryHoughton Mifflin, 1919 - 346 páginas |
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... eyes , quivering nostrils , compressed lips . And the painters and sculptors can give us that witness Dürer's Melancolia , Leonardo's Mona Lisa , Michelangelo's figures in the Chapel of the Medici . But these are not words . The in ...
... eyes , quivering nostrils , compressed lips . And the painters and sculptors can give us that witness Dürer's Melancolia , Leonardo's Mona Lisa , Michelangelo's figures in the Chapel of the Medici . But these are not words . The in ...
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... eyes , what we have looked upon , and our hands have handled each incomplete without the other ; each , in a true sense , non- existent without the other . And poetry mediates between the two ; or rather , it brings the two to- gether ...
... eyes , what we have looked upon , and our hands have handled each incomplete without the other ; each , in a true sense , non- existent without the other . And poetry mediates between the two ; or rather , it brings the two to- gether ...
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... eye is carried in some great landscapes . It is the fact that words are not and cannot be attached to things , that leaves them free , so that out of the very limitations of the medium comes liberty . And it is again no rhapsody , but ...
... eye is carried in some great landscapes . It is the fact that words are not and cannot be attached to things , that leaves them free , so that out of the very limitations of the medium comes liberty . And it is again no rhapsody , but ...
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... eyes , the break of day , Lights that do mislead the morn ! Thy soul was like a Star , and dwelt apart ; Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens , majestic , free , So didst thou travel on life's ...
... eyes , the break of day , Lights that do mislead the morn ! Thy soul was like a Star , and dwelt apart ; Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens , majestic , free , So didst thou travel on life's ...
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... eyes at this moment ? ' I began the poem accordingly . " That , you will observe , is very like Keats and his stubblefield- except that Keats did not say to himself : " Go to ; let us make a stubblefield impressive . " At all events ...
... eyes at this moment ? ' I began the poem accordingly . " That , you will observe , is very like Keats and his stubblefield- except that Keats did not say to himself : " Go to ; let us make a stubblefield impressive . " At all events ...
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Página 270 - O eloquent, just, and mighty Death! whom none could advise, thou hast persuaded; what none hath dared, thou hast done; and whom all the world hath flattered, thou only hast cast out of the world and despised: thou hast drawn together all the far-stretched greatness, all the pride, cruelty, and ambition of man, and covered it all over with these two narrow words, Hie jacet.
Página 96 - THE skies they were ashen and sober; The leaves they were crisped and sere, The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year ; It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir: It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
Página 12 - I'll not shed her blood, Nor scar that whiter skin of hers than snow, And smooth as monumental alabaster. Yet she must die, else she'll betray more men. Put out the light, and then put out the light.
Página 189 - THE gray sea and the long black land; And the yellow half-moon large and low; And the startled little waves that leap In fiery ringlets from their sleep, As I gain the cove with pushing prow, And quench its speed i
Página 188 - Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue! Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river! Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake! Far-swooping elbow'd earth— rich apple-blossom'd earth! Smile, for your lover comes.
Página 180 - Not poppy, nor mandragora, Nor all the drowsy syrups of the world, Shall ever medicine thee to that sweet sleep Which thou ow'dst yesterday.
Página 251 - Or the nard in the fire? Or have tasted the bag of the bee? O so white, O so soft, O so sweet is she!
Página 27 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair ; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Página 114 - WHAN that Aprille with his shoures soote The droghte of March hath perced to the roote. And bathed every veyne in swich licour, Of which vertu engendred is the flour...
Página 340 - We are not now that strength which in old days Moved earth and heaven ; that which we are, we are ; One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.