Tennyson: Poet, Philosopher, Idealist: Studies of the Life, Work, and Teaching of the Poet LaureateK. Paul, Trench, Trübner & Company, Limited, 1893 - 370 pages |
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... character . Believing , as I do , in the far - reaching and permanent effects of early environment , I have recounted with some detail the events of Tennyson's youth ; but in succeeding chapters I have only casually caught up the main ...
... character . Believing , as I do , in the far - reaching and permanent effects of early environment , I have recounted with some detail the events of Tennyson's youth ; but in succeeding chapters I have only casually caught up the main ...
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... character . By giving as many specimens of Tennyson's poetry as would be allowable I have hoped to re - kindle old enthusiasms and arouse new admirers . But those who desire to read about the tobacco he smoked , the hats he wore , and ...
... character . By giving as many specimens of Tennyson's poetry as would be allowable I have hoped to re - kindle old enthusiasms and arouse new admirers . But those who desire to read about the tobacco he smoked , the hats he wore , and ...
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... Character who Canvass'd human mysteries , And trod on silk , as if the winds Blew his own praises in his eyes , And stood aloof from other minds , In impotence of fancied power . Who was he ? What was the name of him who With lips ...
... Character who Canvass'd human mysteries , And trod on silk , as if the winds Blew his own praises in his eyes , And stood aloof from other minds , In impotence of fancied power . Who was he ? What was the name of him who With lips ...
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... character , and consequently upon national happiness . If our estimate of Mr Tenny- son be correct , he too is a poet ; and many years hence may be read his juvenile description of that character , with the proud consciousness that it ...
... character , and consequently upon national happiness . If our estimate of Mr Tenny- son be correct , he too is a poet ; and many years hence may be read his juvenile description of that character , with the proud consciousness that it ...
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... characters , or rather moods of character , with such extreme accuracy of adjustment , that the circum- stances of the narrative seem to have a natural correspondence with . the predominant feeling , and as it were , to be evolved from ...
... characters , or rather moods of character , with such extreme accuracy of adjustment , that the circum- stances of the narrative seem to have a natural correspondence with . the predominant feeling , and as it were , to be evolved from ...
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Page 62 - For woman is not undevelopt man, But diverse : could we make her as the man, Sweet Love were slain : his dearest bond is this, Not like to like, but like in difference. 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...
Page 251 - There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate; The red rose cries, 'She is near, she is near;' And the white rose weeps, 'She is late;' The larkspur listens, 'I hear, I hear;' And the lily whispers, 'I wait.
Page 46 - Breathing like one that hath a weary dream. Full-faced above the valley stood the moon; And like a downward smoke, the slender stream Along the cliff to fall and pause and fall did seem. A land of streams! some, like a downward smoke, Slow-dropping veils of thinnest lawn, did go; And some thro' wavering lights and shadows broke, Rolling a slumbrous sheet of foam below.
Page 99 - There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before; The evil is null, is naught, is silence implying sound; What was good, shall be good, with, for evil, so much good more; On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven, a perfect round.
Page 205 - And the stately Spanish men to their flagship bore him then, Where they laid him by the mast, old Sir Richard caught at last, And they praised him to his face with their courtly foreign grace; But he rose upon their decks, and he cried: "I have fought for Queen and Faith like a valiant man and true; I have only done my duty as a man is bound to do: With a joyful spirit I Sir Richard Grenville die!
Page 118 - Thou wilt not leave us in the dust: Thou madest man, he knows not why, He thinks he was not made to die; And thou hast made him : thou art just.
Page 114 - 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 137 - Ring in the valiant man and free, The larger heart, the kindlier hand; Ring out the darkness of the land, Ring in the Christ that is to be.
Page 260 - THERE rolls the deep where grew the tree. O earth, what changes hast thou seen ! There where the long street roars, hath been The stillness of the central sea. The hills are shadows, and they flow From form to form, and nothing stands ; They melt like mist, the solid lands, Like clouds they shape themselves and go.
Page 248 - Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with love, delaying as the tender ash delays to clothe herself, when all the woods are green!