Green Bays: Verses and Parodies

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Methuen, 1893 - Oxford. University - 89 pages
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Page 34 - ... moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors: — No — yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair Love's ripening breast To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest; Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever, — or else swoon to death.
Page 71 - Kilve's smooth shore, by the green sea, Or here at Liswyn farm ? " In careless mood he looked at me, While still I held him by the arm, And said, " At Kilve I'd rather be Than here at Liswyn farm.
Page 9 - That whatever Mr. Baring Gould writes is well worth reading, is a conclusion that may be very generally accepted. His views of life are fresh and vigorous, his language pointed and characteristic, the incidents of which he makes use are striking and original, his characters are life-like...
Page 9 - Old Country Life," as healthy wholesome reading, full of breezy life and movement, full of quaint stories vigorously told, will not be excelled by any book to be published throughout the year. Sound, hearty, and English to the core.
Page 6 - Mr. Kipling's verse is strong, vivid, full of character. . . . Unmistakable genius rings in every line.* — Times. ' The ballads teem with imagination, they palpitate with emotion. We read them with laughter and tears : the metres throb in our pulses, the cunningly ordered words tingle with life; and if this be not poetry, what is ? '—Pall Mall Gazette.
Page 6 - The greatest world-poem of the nineteenth century next to "Faust." It is in the same set with "Agamemnon," with "Lear," with the literature that we now instinctively regard as high and holy.
Page 4 - SPLENDID SPUR NOT on the neck of prince or hound, Nor on a woman's finger twined, May gold from the deriding ground Keep sacred that we sacred bind: Only the heel Of splendid steel Shall stand secure on sliding fate, When golden navies weep their freight.

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