Criticism at a Venture |
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
Amy Levy apprehension beauty beneath Browning Browning's called Christian claim Collected Poems colour Coventry Patmore criticism dark death decade divine doctrine doubt Dowson dream earth England English Ernest Dowson fact faith Flecker Forrest Reid Francis Thompson Georgian Georgian Poetry gift heart heaven human Ibid illumination instance Irish irrevocably J. E. Flecker J. S. Mill Keble Keble's less light lines Lionel Johnson live Lord Lord de Tabley meaning melody Meynell mood Myers Mysticism nature never Newman night Nineties pain pale Parnassian pass passage passion Patmore perhaps Philosophy phrase picture poet's poetic poetry poets realise reality religious Rupert Brooke saint seems sense shew song sonnet soul sound spirit stanzas surely Symbolism Symbolist Tennyson thee theory things thou thought true truth Verlaine verse Victorian vision volume W. B. Yeats Watson whole wind words writing wrote Yeats
Popular passages
Page 136 - I'll gild the faces of the grooms withal ; For it must seem their guilt. [Exit. Knocking within Macb. Whence is that knocking ? How is't with me, when every noise appals me ? What hands are here ? ha ! they pluck out mine eyes. Will all great Neptune's ocean wash this blood Clean from my hand ? No, this my hand will rather The multitudinous seas incarnadine, Making the green one red.
Page 23 - And in the moon athwart the place of tombs, Where lay the mighty bones of ancient men, Old knights, and over them the sea-wind sang Shrill, chill, with flakes of foam. He, stepping down By zig-zag paths, and juts of pointed rock, 50 Came on the shining levels of the lake.
Page 131 - The Moon hung naked in a firmament Of azure without cloud, and at my feet Rested a silent sea of hoary mist. A hundred hills their dusky backs upheaved All over this still ocean...
Page 31 - Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go! Be our joys three-parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!
Page 48 - L'homme n'est qu'un roseau, le plus faible de la nature, mais c'est un roseau pensant. Il ne faut pas que l'univers entier s'arme pour l'écraser : une vapeur, une goutte d'eau, suffit pour le tuer. Mais quand l'univers l'écraserait, l'homme serait encore plus noble que ce qui le tue, parce qu'il sait qu'il meurt ; et l'avantage que l'univers a sur lui, l'univers n'en sait rien.
Page 16 - Slant down the snowy sward, Still creeping with the creeping hours That lead me to my Lord: Make thou my spirit pure and clear As are the frosty skies, Or this first snowdrop of the year That in my bosom lies.
Page 95 - Here will I sit and wait, While to my ear from uplands far away The bleating of the folded flocks is borne, With distant cries of reapers in the corn All the live murmur of a summer's day.
Page 57 - Wandering between two worlds, one dead, The other powerless to be born, With nowhere yet to rest my head, Like these, on earth I wait forlorn. Their faith, my tears, the world deride ; I come to shed them at their side.
Page 112 - Not I, not any one else can travel that road for you, You must travel it for yourself.
Page 4 - O mother Ida, many-fountain'd Ida, Dear mother Ida, harken ere I die. For now the noonday quiet holds the hill: The grasshopper is silent in the grass : The lizard, with his shadow on the stone, Rests like a shadow, and the cicala sleeps.