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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... thought - that the mating season is the time of maximum brightness in birds ' plumage —is found in the Progress of Spring . The linnet's bosom blushes at her gaze . The phenomena of migration — a subject of ab- sorbing interest and no ...
... thought - that the mating season is the time of maximum brightness in birds ' plumage —is found in the Progress of Spring . The linnet's bosom blushes at her gaze . The phenomena of migration — a subject of ab- sorbing interest and no ...
第 40 頁
... , And the whole little wood where I sit is a world of plunder and prey . And the same thought is more briefly and vio- lently expressed in In Memoriam , in the familiar phrase , " Nature , red in tooth and claw 40 NATURE KNOWLEDGE IN ...
... , And the whole little wood where I sit is a world of plunder and prey . And the same thought is more briefly and vio- lently expressed in In Memoriam , in the familiar phrase , " Nature , red in tooth and claw 40 NATURE KNOWLEDGE IN ...
第 54 頁
... thought that Optics , by explaining the rainbow , had robbed it of its poetic halo of mystery and enrolled it among common things . It is all false , and we have only to point to Tennyson in proof of its falseness . Science is the ...
... thought that Optics , by explaining the rainbow , had robbed it of its poetic halo of mystery and enrolled it among common things . It is all false , and we have only to point to Tennyson in proof of its falseness . Science is the ...
第 56 頁
... thought , he insists that we can feed our minds " in a wise passiveness , " that it is a mistake to be always seeking , that if we open our hearts in reverence , Nature will enter . Hence he has a certain aversion to the modern botanist ...
... thought , he insists that we can feed our minds " in a wise passiveness , " that it is a mistake to be always seeking , that if we open our hearts in reverence , Nature will enter . Hence he has a certain aversion to the modern botanist ...
第 59 頁
... thoughts ; a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused , Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns , And the ... thought , And rolls through all things . Peter Bell was untouched by Nature's terrors or her charms . To this ...
... thoughts ; a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused , Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns , And the ... thought , And rolls through all things . Peter Bell was untouched by Nature's terrors or her charms . To this ...
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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!