Nature Knowledge in Modern Poetry: Being Chapters on Tennyson, Wordsworth, Matthew Arnold, and Lowell as Exponents of Nature-study

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第 72 頁 - them. 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! Leave to the nightingale her shady
第 72 頁 - 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! Here
第 55 頁 - Sweet is the lore which Nature brings ; Our meddling intellect Misshapes the beauteous forms of things ;— Enough of Science and of Art; Close up those barren leaves ; Come forth and bring with you a heart That watches and receives. In
第 48 頁 - him. 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. the
第 51 頁 - Hall:— Many a night from yonder ivied casement, ere I went to rest, Did I look on great Orion sloping slowly to the West. Many a night I saw the Pleiads, rising through the mellow shade, Glitter like a swarm of fire flies, tangled in a silver braid.
第 74 頁 - same whom in my schoolboy days I listened to ; that cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush and tree and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green ; And thou
第 60 頁 - 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. Wordsworth
第 71 頁 - On the moors The hare is running races in her mirth ; And with her feet she from the plashy earth Raises a mist that, glittering in the sun, Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run.
第 117 頁 - For other couriers we should not lack ; We could guess it all by yon heifer's lowing ; And hark ! how clear bold chanticleer, Warmed with the new wine of the year, Tells all in his lusty crowing!
第 48 頁 - So careful of the type ? " but no. From scarped cliff and quarried stone She cries, " A thousand types are gone : I care for nothing, all shall go ". —(In Memoriam,