Lyrical Poetry from Blake to HardyL. & Virginia Woolf, 1928 - 159 páginas |
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A. E. Housman anapæstic Arnold artist beauty Beddoes BLAKE TO HARDY Browning's Byron cadences century Coleridge colour delight Donne dramatic dreams earth ecstasy Edmund Blunden Edwin Muir effect eighteenth-century elaborate exotic expression F. L. Lucas faith GEORGE RYLANDS Greek H. J. C. Grierson heart Heaven Housman Humbert Wolfe Hymn imagery imagination inspiration Keats Kipling later LEONARD WOOLF less lovers lyrical poetry measure Meredith metaphysical metre mood Morris movement nature night passion Patmore Patmore's Pippa Pippa Passes Poems and Ballads poet poet's POETRY FROM BLAKE Pre-Raphaelites prophets rhapsody rhymes rhythms romantic romantic poetry Rossetti Scott sensuous sentiment Shelley Shelley's Shropshire Lad simpler sincerity sing sleep song sonnets sorrow soul spirit stanza strain strange Swinburne Swinburne's Tennyson Tennyson and Browning theme thou thought and feeling tone touch tragedy tury virtuosity vivid volume W. B. Yeats wind Woolf word Wordsworth
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Página 21 - The breath of the moist earth is light, Around its unexpanded buds ; Like many a voice of one delight, The winds, the birds, the ocean floods, The City's voice itself is soft like Solitude's.
Página 13 - Proud Maisie is in the wood, Walking so early; Sweet Robin sits on the bush, Singing so rarely. '"Tell me, thou bonny bird. When shall I marry me?' 'When six braw gentlemen Kirkward shall carry ye.' '"Who makes the bridal bed, Birdie, say truly?' — 'The grey-headed sexton, That delves the grave duly. "The glow-worm o'er grave and stone Shall light thee steady; The owl from the steeple sing, 'Welcome, proud lady.
Página 64 - A bolt is shot back somewhere in our breast, And a lost pulse of feeling stirs again. The eye sinks inward, and the heart lies plain, And what we mean, we say, and what we would, we know. A man becomes aware of his life's flow, And hears its winding murmur, and he sees The meadows where it glides, the sun, the breeze.
Página 110 - LAST night ah, yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine; And I was desolate and sick of an old passion, Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head: I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion.
Página 49 - And another would mount and march, like the excellent minion he was, Ay, another and yet another, one crowd but with many a crest, Raising my rampired walls of gold as transparent as glass, Eager to do and die, yield each his place to the rest...
Página 95 - We saw the swallows gathering in the sky, And in the osier-isle we heard them noise. We had not to look back on summer joys, Or forward to a summer of bright dye: But in the largeness of the evening earth Our spirits grew as we went side by side. The hour became her husband and my bride.
Página 66 - Wandering between two worlds, one dead, The other powerless to be born, With nowhere yet to rest my head, Like these, on earth I wait forlorn. Their faith, my tears, the world deride ; I come to shed them at their side.
Página 100 - Joy is the sweet voice, Joy the luminous cloud We in ourselves rejoice! And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight, All melodies the echoes of that voice, All colours a suffusion from that light.