The Moderns: Essays in Literary CriticismCrowell, 1917 - 341 sivua |
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Ann Veronica attitude beauty character Christ common Conrad criticism dæmon dark delight destiny discovered dramatic English essay eyes faith finer genius Hardy Hardy's heart Henry James honour Hound of Heaven human ideas imaginative impression intense J. L. Garvin Joyzelle Jude Jude the Obscure later less living look Lord Jim lyrical Machiavelli Maeter Maeterlinck Maisie Knew marriage Maurice Maeterlinck mean merely Merlin mind Modern Utopia Monna Vanna moral mystery mystic natural ness never Nostromo novel novelist odes passion Patmore Patmore's phrase plain play poems poet poetry present profound prose pure question reader remark rhythm scene secret seems sense Shakespeare Shaw Shaw's simply social song sorrow soul speak spirit story strange subtle suggests Superman surely Tess theme things Thompson thou thought tion Tono-Bungay tragical true truth turn uncon utter verse Wells's whole wonderful words writes
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Sivu 300 - I fled Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled Him, down the arches of the years; I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears I hid from Him, and under running laughter. Up vistaed hopes, I sped; And shot, precipitated, Adown Titanic glooms of chasmed fears, From those strong Feet that followed, followed after. But with unhurrying chase, 10 And unperturbed pace, Deliberate speed, majestic instancy, They beat — and a Voice beat More instant than the Feet:...
Sivu 322 - 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.
Sivu 133 - An aged thrush, frail, gaunt, and small, In blast-beruffled plume, Had chosen thus to fling his soul Upon the growing gloom. So little cause for carolings...
Sivu 303 - ... art! Whom wilt thou find to love ignoble thee, Save Me, save only Me? All which I took from thee I did but take, Not for thy harms, But just that thou might'st seek it in My arms. All which thy child's mistake Fancies as lost, I have stored for thee at home* Rise, clasp My hand, and come.
Sivu 130 - Has some Vast Imbecility, Mighty to build and blend, But impotent to tend, Framed us in jest, and left us now to hazardry ? " Or come we of an Automaton Unconscious of our pains ? . . . Or are we live remains Of Godhead dying downwards, brain and eye now gone ? " Or is it that some high Plan betides, As yet not understood, Of Evil stormed by Good, We the Forlorn Hope over which Achievement strides ?
Sivu 145 - The nether sky opens, and Europe is disclosed as a prone and emaciated figure, the Alps shaping like a backbone, and the branching mountain-chains like ribs, the peninsular plateau of Spain forming a head.
Sivu 144 - Lyrical Ballads; in which it was agreed that my endeavours should be directed to persons and characters supernatural, or at least romantic, yet so as to transfer from our inward nature a human interest and a semblance of truth sufficient to procure for these shadows of imagination that willing suspension of disbelief for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.
Sivu 149 - But — a stirring thrills the air Like to sounds of joyance there That the rages Of the ages Shall be cancelled, and deliverance offered from the darts that were, Consciousness the Will informing, till It fashion all things fair!
Sivu 129 - Over tedious riddles of years ago; And some words played between us to and fro On which lost the more by our love. The smile on your mouth was the deadest thing Alive enough to have strength to die; 10 And a grin of bitterness swept thereby Like an ominous bird a-wing.
Sivu 308 - When to the new eyes of thee All things by immortal power, Near or far, Hiddenly To each other linked are, That thou canst not stir a flower Without troubling of a star...