A Study of the Works of Alfred Tennyson |
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... feel him selecting , arranging , interpreting or commenting , you feel that the dramatic simplicity is gone . You may be glad , for you may prefer the poet to his subject ; but that is not the point ; the play is no longer a fragment of ...
... feel him selecting , arranging , interpreting or commenting , you feel that the dramatic simplicity is gone . You may be glad , for you may prefer the poet to his subject ; but that is not the point ; the play is no longer a fragment of ...
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... feel his preferences , move with his emotions . He is not only narrator , he is interpreter , and interpreter not ... feels about his subject . You learn how he feels about his subject in the epic ; but the epic is not made for the ...
... feel his preferences , move with his emotions . He is not only narrator , he is interpreter , and interpreter not ... feels about his subject . You learn how he feels about his subject in the epic ; but the epic is not made for the ...
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... feels , that he really is . Not a man's thoughts , nor his actions and feelings in response to the passing events of life tell his essential character . This only is told when , withdrawn into the sanctuary of the unseen by the ...
... feels , that he really is . Not a man's thoughts , nor his actions and feelings in response to the passing events of life tell his essential character . This only is told when , withdrawn into the sanctuary of the unseen by the ...
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... feeling caused by the return to the contemplation of his own poor life and nipped heart finds expression in the broken line that closes the verse . The third verse of the sixth canto , again , affords a splendid instance of sym- bolic ...
... feeling caused by the return to the contemplation of his own poor life and nipped heart finds expression in the broken line that closes the verse . The third verse of the sixth canto , again , affords a splendid instance of sym- bolic ...
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... feels this . In such poems as Mariana and the Lotus Eaters , the spirit of the picture would remain the same ... feel , not that he is bringing together two things that happen to have an external resemblance upon some particular ...
... feels this . In such poems as Mariana and the Lotus Eaters , the spirit of the picture would remain the same ... feel , not that he is bringing together two things that happen to have an external resemblance upon some particular ...
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Page 166 - I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro' darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope.
Page 76 - Let no man dream but that I love thee still. Perchance, and so thou purify thy soul, And so thou lean on our fair father Christ, Hereafter in that world where all are pure We two may meet before high God, and thou Wilt spring to me, and claim me thine, and know I am thine husband — not a smaller soul, Nor Lancelot, nor another. Leave me that, I charge thee, my last hope. Now must I hence. Thro...
Page 119 - Yet in the long years liker must they grow; The man be more of woman, she of man; He gain in sweetness and in moral height, Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world; She mental breadth, nor fail in childward care, Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind ; Till at the last she set herself to man, Like perfect music unto noble words...
Page 149 - blindly run; A web is woven across the sky; From out waste places comes a cry, And murmurs from the dying sun; 'And all the phantom, Nature, stands — With all the music in her tone, A hollow echo of my own, — A hollow form with empty hands.
Page 242 - To rest beneath the clover sod, That takes the sunshine and the rains, Or where the kneeling hamlet drains The chalice of the grapes of God...
Page 199 - Half-grown as yet, a child, and vain — She cannot fight the fear of death. What is she, cut from love and faith, But some wild Pallas from the brain Of demons ? fiery-hot to burst All barriers in her onward race For power. Let her know her place ; She is the second, not the first. A higher hand must make her mild, If all be not in vain, and guide Her footsteps, moving side by side With Wisdom, like the younger child ; For she is earthly of the mind, But Wisdom heavenly of the soul.
Page 155 - O me, what profits it to put An idle case? If Death were seen At first as Death, Love had not been, Or been in narrowest working shut, Mere fellowship of sluggish moods, Or in his coarsest Satyr-shape Had bruised the herb and crush'd the grape, And bask'd and batten'd in the woods. xxxvi Tho...
Page 112 - A shadow flits before me, Not thou, but like to thee : Ah Christ, that it were possible For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.
Page 210 - Nor through the questions men may try, The petty cobwebs we have spun. If e'er when faith had fallen asleep, I heard a voice, "believe no more," And heard an ever-breaking shore That tumbled in the Godless deep, A warmth within the breast would melt The freezing reason's colder part, And like a man in wrath the heart Stood up and answered, "I have felt.
Page 243 - Break, break, break, On thy cold gray stones, O Sea! And I would that my tongue could utter The thoughts that arise in me. O well for the fisherman's boy, That he shouts with his sister at play! O well for the sailor lad, That he sings in his boat on the bay! And the stately ships go on To their haven under the hill; But O for the touch of a...