The Quarterly Review, Volum 226

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John Murray, 1916
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PÓgina 130 - eyes to England's faults, about which his Sonnets use harder words than they ever use about her enemy: ' Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry; and these we adore; Plain living and high thinking are no more; The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence, And pure religion breathing household lawn.
PÓgina 124 - fiery heart' and 'tumultuous harmony' to prefer the stockdove's song, ' Slow to begin and never ending ; Of serious faith and inward glee; That was the song—the song for me !' yet the ' glee' remained, if now more inward than outward ; and so did the poet's faith in the heart of man
PÓgina 128 - There ! that dusky spot Beneath thee, that is England; there she lies. Blessings be on you both! One hope, one lot, One life, one glory! I with many a fear For my dear Country, many heartfelt sighs, Among men who do not love her, linger here.
PÓgina 131 - For dearly must we prize thee ; we who find In thee a bulwark of the cause of men; And I by my affection was beguiled: What wonder if a Poet now and then, Among the many movements of his mind, Felt for thee as a lover or a child
PÓgina 131 - the cause of men; And I by my affection was beguiled: What wonder if a Poet now and then, Among the many movements of his mind, Felt for thee as a lover or a child 1
PÓgina 402 - 1 grow old. ... I grow old . . . I shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled. Shall I part my hair behind ? Do I dare to eat a
PÓgina 131 - art Verily, in the bottom of my heart, Of those unnlial fears I am ashamed. For dearly must we prize thee ; we who find In thee a bulwark of the cause of men; And I by my affection was beguiled: What wonder if a Poet now and then, Among the many movements of his mind, Felt for thee as a lover or a child
PÓgina 402 - I have heard the mermaids singing, each to each. I do not think that they will sing to me.' Here, surely, is the reduction to absurdity of that
PÓgina 392 - you as she sent you, long ago, South to desert, east to ocean, west to snow, West of these out to seas colder than the Hebrides 1 must go Where the fleet of stars is anchored, and the young Star-captains glow.' Such melody and such imagery as this are in the true
PÓgina 476 - digestive medicament had but little pain, and their wounds without inflammation or swelling, having rested fairly well that night; the others, to whom the boiling oil was used, I found feverish, with great pain and swelling about the edges of their wounds. Then I resolved never more to burn thus cruelly poor men with gunshot wounds.

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