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... Kipling , representing the Anglo- Indian element , and Rabindranath Tagore , the native . But even in this instance no adequate study of general relationships has been made ; and the literary activities of the other domin- ions and [ 27 ] ...
... Kipling , representing the Anglo- Indian element , and Rabindranath Tagore , the native . But even in this instance no adequate study of general relationships has been made ; and the literary activities of the other domin- ions and [ 27 ] ...
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... adian poetry . Towards the end of the cen- tury there was a reversion in English poetry to simpler types , such as the swinging tunes of 5 Kipling and the artless metres of Stevenson ; Stevenson's tenderness [ 47 ] SIGNIFICANCE.
... adian poetry . Towards the end of the cen- tury there was a reversion in English poetry to simpler types , such as the swinging tunes of 5 Kipling and the artless metres of Stevenson ; Stevenson's tenderness [ 47 ] SIGNIFICANCE.
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Lionel Stevenson. Kipling and the artless metres of Stevenson ; Stevenson's tenderness and gaiety and vaga- bondage seem to have an affinity for the Can- adian spirit , and there are several obvious " Canadian Kiplings . " The influence ...
Lionel Stevenson. Kipling and the artless metres of Stevenson ; Stevenson's tenderness and gaiety and vaga- bondage seem to have an affinity for the Can- adian spirit , and there are several obvious " Canadian Kiplings . " The influence ...
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... Kipling's which , though dangerously weighted with philosophy , still qualifies as a true lyric : This season's Daffodil , She never hears What change , what chance , what chill , Cut down last year's : But with bold countenance , And ...
... Kipling's which , though dangerously weighted with philosophy , still qualifies as a true lyric : This season's Daffodil , She never hears What change , what chance , what chill , Cut down last year's : But with bold countenance , And ...
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... - conscious mind is not easy to displace , and one finds it still being utilised with as much success as ever in our own generation , in Rudyard Kipling's fascinating " Jungle Books . " The quality [ 164 ] CANADIAN LITERATURE.
... - conscious mind is not easy to displace , and one finds it still being utilised with as much success as ever in our own generation , in Rudyard Kipling's fascinating " Jungle Books . " The quality [ 164 ] CANADIAN LITERATURE.
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Page 112 - BIRTHDAY My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot: My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea; My heart is gladder than all these Because my love is come to me.
Page 113 - My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thick-set fruit; My heart is like a rainbow shell That paddles in a halcyon sea; My heart is gladder than all these Because my love is come to me. Raise me a dais of silk and down; Hang it with vair and purple dyes; Carve it in doves, and pomegranates, And peacocks with a hundred eyes; Work it in gold and silver grapes, In leaves, and silver fleurs-de-lys; Because the birthday...
Page 112 - WHEN I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me ; Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree: Be the green grass above me With showers and dew-drops wet; And if thou wilt, remember, And if thou wilt, forget. I shall not see the shadows, I shall not feel the rain ; I shall not hear the nightingale Sing on, as if in pain ; And dreaming through the twilight That doth not rise or set, Haply I may remember, And haply may forget.
Page 168 - Scripture — we and the beasts are kin. Man has nothing that the animals have not at least a vestige of, the animals have nothing that man does not in some degree shareis Since, then, the animals are creatures with wants and feelings differing in degree only from our own, they surely have their rights.
Page 58 - Lord of the grass and hill, . Lord of the rain, White Overlord of Will, Master of pain, I who am dust and air Blown through the halls of death Like a pale ghost of prayer, — I am thy breath.
Page 118 - O Love builds on the azure sea, And Love builds on the golden sand, And Love builds on the rose-winged cloud, And sometimes Love builds on the land ! O if Love build on sparkling sea, And if Love build on golden strand, And if Love build on rosy cloud, To Love these are the solid land! O Love will build his lily walls, And Love his pearly roof will rear On cloud, or land, or mist, or sea — Love's solid land is everywhere!
Page 215 - A deep voice stirs, vibrating in men's ears As if their own hearts throbbed that thunder forth, A sound wherein who hearkens wisely hears The voice of the desire of this strong North, — This North whose heart of fire Yet knows not its desire Clearly, but dreams, and murmurs in the dream. The hour of dreams is done. Lo, on the hills the gleam! Awake, my country, the hour of dreams is done! Doubt not, nor dread the greatness of thy fate. Tho...
Page 105 - Cities and Thrones and Powers, Stand in Time's eye, Almost as long as flowers, Which daily die: But, as new buds put forth, To glad new men, Out of the spent and unconsidered Earth, The Cities rise again. This season's Daffodil, She never hears, "What change, what chance, what chill, Cut down last year's: But with bold countenance, And knowledge small, Esteems her seven days
Page 13 - To listen and keep watch till we discern The tide of sovereign truth that guides it all; So to address our Spirits to the height, And so attune them to the valiant whole, That the great light be clearer for our light, And the great soul be stronger for our soul; To have done this is to have lived, though fame Remember us with no familiar name.
Page 13 - There is a beauty at the goal of life, A beauty growing since the world began, Through every age and race, through lapse and strife Till the great human soul complete her span. Beneath the waves of storm that lash and burn, The currents of blind passion that appal, To listen and keep watch till we discern The tide of sovereign truth that guides it all; So to address our spirits to the height, And so attune them to the valiant whole, That the great light be...