The Oral Study of LiteratureKnopf, 1929 - 483 pages |
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... sweet self set her own price , Knowing he cannot choose but pay , - How has she cheapened Paradise ! How given for naught her priceless gift ! How spoiled the bread and spilled the wine , Which , spent with due respective thrift , Had ...
... sweet self set her own price , Knowing he cannot choose but pay , - How has she cheapened Paradise ! How given for naught her priceless gift ! How spoiled the bread and spilled the wine , Which , spent with due respective thrift , Had ...
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... Sweet , I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind , To war and arms I fly . True , a new mistress now I chase , The first foe in the field ; And with a stronger faith em- brace A sword , a horse , a shield ...
... Sweet , I am unkind That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind , To war and arms I fly . True , a new mistress now I chase , The first foe in the field ; And with a stronger faith em- brace A sword , a horse , a shield ...
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... to be presumed , Though art's hid causes are not found , All is not sweet , all is not sound . * From The So - called Human Race , published by Alfred A. Knopf . Give me a look , give me a face , THE ORAL STUDY OF LITERATURE 49.
... to be presumed , Though art's hid causes are not found , All is not sweet , all is not sound . * From The So - called Human Race , published by Alfred A. Knopf . Give me a look , give me a face , THE ORAL STUDY OF LITERATURE 49.
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... sweet neglect more taketh me , Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes , but not my heart . 46. DEMOCRACY'S WEAK POINT BEN JONSON One weak point in every democracy , particularly when poorly . understood and practiced ...
... sweet neglect more taketh me , Than all the adulteries of art ; They strike mine eyes , but not my heart . 46. DEMOCRACY'S WEAK POINT BEN JONSON One weak point in every democracy , particularly when poorly . understood and practiced ...
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... Sweet my child , I live for thee . ' ALFRED LORD TENNYSON 60. GEORGE MOORE , REALIST Rebecca Gins walked down the lane putting her feet forward alternately . There were hedges on both sides ; one on the left , one on the right . The ...
... Sweet my child , I live for thee . ' ALFRED LORD TENNYSON 60. GEORGE MOORE , REALIST Rebecca Gins walked down the lane putting her feet forward alternately . There were hedges on both sides ; one on the left , one on the right . The ...
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A. C. SWINBURNE ALFRED LORD TENNYSON ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH assertion beauty breath Cæsar CLARENCE DAY consciousness dark dead death Dionysus divine doth dream earth emotional emphasis eternal eyes fear feel flowers give glory grow H. L. MENCKEN hand happy hath hear heart heaven hope human ideas immortal king Knopf Lady of Shalott LEO TOLSTOI light literary live look LORD man's MATTHEW ARNOLD means mind moral nature never night o'er Odysseus once oral passion permission of Charles person poets poor published by Alfred reader reason religion rest ROBERT BROWNING sense sentence SHAKSPERE silent sing slave sleep song soul speak spirit stars student sweet tears thee thine things thought tion to-day truth voice whole wild WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT WILLIAM WILLIAM WORDSWORTH wind words writer wrong youth
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Page 98 - Love thyself last : cherish those hearts that hate thee ; Corruption wins not more than honesty. Still in thy right hand carry gentle peace, To silence envious tongues. Be just, and fear not : Let all the ends thou aim'st at be thy country's, Thy God's, and truth's ; then if thou fall'st, O Cromwell, Thou fall'st a blessed martyr.
Page 156 - EARTH has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river glideth at his own sweet will:...
Page 232 - With spectacles on nose, and pouch on side ; His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness, and mere oblivion ; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans every thing.
Page 359 - mid the steep sky's commotion, Loose clouds like earth's decaying leaves are shed, Shook from the tangled boughs of Heaven and Ocean, Angels of rain and lightning: there are spread On the blue surface of thine airy surge, Like the bright hair uplifted from the head Of some fierce Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height The locks of the approaching storm.
Page 390 - Th' applause of listening senates to command, The threats of pain and ruin to despise, To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land, And read their history in a nation's eyes, Their lot forbade: nor circumscribed alone Their growing virtues, but their crimes confined; Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne, And shut the gates of mercy on mankind; The struggling pangs of conscious truth to hide, To quench the blushes of ingenuous shame, Or heap the shrine of luxury and pride...
Page 398 - Hence in a season of calm weather Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Page 395 - Ye blessed Creatures, I have heard the call Ye to each other make; I see The heavens laugh with you in your jubilee; My heart is at your festival, My head hath its coronal, The fulness of your bliss, I feel — I feel it all. Oh evil day! if I were sullen While Earth herself is adorning, This sweet May-morning, And the Children are culling On every side, In a thousand valleys far and wide, Fresh flowers; while the sun shines warm, And the Babe leaps up on his Mother's arm: — • I hear, I hear,...
Page 46 - SUNSET and evening star, And one clear call for me. And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark: And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho...
Page 68 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Page 71 - Go, lovely Rose! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died.