Nature Knowledge in Modern Poetry: Being Chapters on Tennyson, Wordsworth, Matthew Arnold, and Lowell as Exponents of Nature-studyLongmans, Green, and Company, 1906 - 132 頁 |
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... sweet crimson - tipped flower ; Wordsworth , too , de- voted a whole poem to the same plant , although the lesser celandine was more his favourite , being in a sense a discovery of his own . Tennyson loves the daisy and the violet , the ...
... sweet crimson - tipped flower ; Wordsworth , too , de- voted a whole poem to the same plant , although the lesser celandine was more his favourite , being in a sense a discovery of his own . Tennyson loves the daisy and the violet , the ...
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... sweet As woodbine's fragile hold , Or when I feel about my feet The berried briony fold . Hard wood I am , and wrinkled rind , But yet my sap was stirred : And even into my inmost ring A pleasure I discern'd , Like those blind motions ...
... sweet As woodbine's fragile hold , Or when I feel about my feet The berried briony fold . Hard wood I am , and wrinkled rind , But yet my sap was stirred : And even into my inmost ring A pleasure I discern'd , Like those blind motions ...
第 33 頁
... sweet voice of a bird Heard by the lander in a lonely isle , Moves him to think what kind of bird it is That sings so delicately clear and make Conjecture of the plumage and the form ; So the sweet voice of Enid moved Geraint ; And made ...
... sweet voice of a bird Heard by the lander in a lonely isle , Moves him to think what kind of bird it is That sings so delicately clear and make Conjecture of the plumage and the form ; So the sweet voice of Enid moved Geraint ; And made ...
第 55 頁
... examination . Sweet is the lore which Nature brings ; Our meddling intellect Misshapes the beauteous forms of things ; — We murder to dissect . Enough of Science and of Art ; Close up those 55 WORDSWORTH AS A NATURE POET.
... examination . Sweet is the lore which Nature brings ; Our meddling intellect Misshapes the beauteous forms of things ; — We murder to dissect . Enough of Science and of Art ; Close up those 55 WORDSWORTH AS A NATURE POET.
第 78 頁
... sweet angelic disposition in To a Butterfly . A very hunter did I rush Upon the prey ; with leaps and springs I followed on from brake to bush ; But she , God love her , feared to brush The dust from off its wings . The pathos of an old ...
... sweet angelic disposition in To a Butterfly . A very hunter did I rush Upon the prey ; with leaps and springs I followed on from brake to bush ; But she , God love her , feared to brush The dust from off its wings . The pathos of an old ...
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第 46 頁 - 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.
第 116 頁 - Tis enough for us now that the leaves are green; We sit in the warm shade and feel right well How the sap creeps up and the blossoms swell; We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing That skies are clear and grass is growing...
第 82 頁 - THERE was a Boy; ye knew him well, ye cliffs And islands of Winander! — many a time, At evening, when the earliest stars began To move along the edges of the hills, Rising or setting, would he stand alone, Beneath the trees, or by the glimmering lake; And there, with fingers interwoven, both hands Pressed closely palm to palm and to his mouth Uplifted, he, as through an instrument, Blew mimic hootings to the silent owls, That they might answer him.
第 70 頁 - Leave to the nightingale her shady wood ; A privacy of glorious light is thine; Whence thou dost pour upon the world a flood Of harmony, with instinct more divine; Type of the wise who soar, but never roam; True to the kindred points of Heaven and Home...
第 6 頁 - Why lingereth she to clothe her heart with love, delaying as the tender ash delays to clothe herself, when all the woods are green!
第 58 頁 - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
第 65 頁 - The moment was important in my poetical history ; for I date from it my consciousness of the infinite variety of natural appearances which had been unnoticed by the poets of any age or country, so far as I was acquainted with them ; and I made a resolution to supply, in some degree, the deficiency.
第 70 頁 - ETHEREAL minstrel ! pilgrim of the sky ! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound ? Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground? Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will, Those quivering wings composed, that music still ! To the last point of vision, and beyond, Mount, daring warbler!
第 72 頁 - Cuckoo ! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice ? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off, and near. Though babbling only to the Vale, Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring ! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery...
第 88 頁 - This winter-eve is warm, Humid the air! leafless, yet soft as spring, The tender purple spray on copse and briers! And that sweet city with her dreaming spires, She needs not June for beauty's heightening, Lovely all times she lies, lovely to-night!