Poetry Review, Bind 17Stephen Phillips, Galloway Kyle Poetry Society, 1926 |
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... and typed meticulously . Prose 1 / - per 1,000 words ; poetry and drama 1 / 3. - Miss E. D. Bangay , Tilehurst Cottage , Ches- ham , Bucks , MANCHESTER CENTRE NOTES . The Centre has been fortunate in 1 THE POETRY REVIEW SUPPLEMENT iii.
... and typed meticulously . Prose 1 / - per 1,000 words ; poetry and drama 1 / 3. - Miss E. D. Bangay , Tilehurst Cottage , Ches- ham , Bucks , MANCHESTER CENTRE NOTES . The Centre has been fortunate in 1 THE POETRY REVIEW SUPPLEMENT iii.
Side viii
... words of Matthew Arnold , adopted as a motto , " a clearer , deeper sense of the best in poetry and of the strength and joy to be drawn from it . " To assert the importance and value of poetry and to encourage the study and use of it ...
... words of Matthew Arnold , adopted as a motto , " a clearer , deeper sense of the best in poetry and of the strength and joy to be drawn from it . " To assert the importance and value of poetry and to encourage the study and use of it ...
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... Words- worth's life , and , in spite of the light lately thrown on it by Leguis , still shrouded in mystery . Marie Anne Vallon , or " Annette , " as she was called , was the heroine of this romance . The all - absorbing delight of ...
... Words- worth's life , and , in spite of the light lately thrown on it by Leguis , still shrouded in mystery . Marie Anne Vallon , or " Annette , " as she was called , was the heroine of this romance . The all - absorbing delight of ...
Side 8
... words of Annette's letter , when she says that grief had taken away her beauty : My beauty , little child , is flown , But thou wilt live with me in love , And what if my poor cheek is brown ? ' Tis well for me thou canst not see How ...
... words of Annette's letter , when she says that grief had taken away her beauty : My beauty , little child , is flown , But thou wilt live with me in love , And what if my poor cheek is brown ? ' Tis well for me thou canst not see How ...
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... words dart playfully , And seldom break The quiet surface of the lake , As they flit by . But in that flitting moment we have seen reflected as in her poem L'Oiseau Bleu , " a bird whose wings were palest blue . " passing from the Never ...
... words dart playfully , And seldom break The quiet surface of the lake , As they flit by . But in that flitting moment we have seen reflected as in her poem L'Oiseau Bleu , " a bird whose wings were palest blue . " passing from the Never ...
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Side 294 - So live that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan which moves To that mysterious realm where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of Death, Thou go not like the quarry -slave at night Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Side 292 - Unaffrighted by the silence round them, Undistracted by the sights they see, These demand not that the things without them Yield them love, amusement, sympathy. "And with joy the stars perform their shining, And the sea its long moon-silvered roll; For self-poised they live, nor pine with noting All the fever of some differing soul. "Bounded by themselves, and unregardful In what state God's other works may be, In their own tasks all their powers pouring, These attain the mighty life you see.
Side 3 - 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.
Side 2 - The Blessing of my later years Was with me when a boy : She gave me eyes, she gave me ears ; And humble cares, and delicate fears ; A heart, the fountain of sweet tears ; And love, and thought, and joy.
Side 9 - Earth breathed in one great presence of the spring; Life turned the meanest of her implements, Before his eyes, to price above all gold ; The house she dwelt in was a sainted shrine; Her chamber window did surpass in glory The portals of the dawn ; all paradise Could, by the simple opening of a door, Let itself in upon him...
Side 291 - I am tired of tears and laughter, And men that laugh and weep ; Of what may come hereafter For men that sow to reap : I am weary of days and hours, Blown buds of barren flowers, Desires and dreams and powers And everything but sleep.
Side 2 - STAY near me— do not take thy flight ! A little longer stay in sight ! Much converse do I find in thee, Historian of my infancy; Float near me ; do not yet depart ! Dead times revive in thee : Thou bring'st, gay creature, as thou art ! A solemn image to my heart, My father's family...
Side 139 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Side 291 - WEARY of myself, and sick of asking What I am, and what I ought to be, At this vessel's prow I stand, which bears me Forwards, forwards, o'er the starlit sea. And a look of passionate desire O'er the sea and to the stars I send: 'Ye who from my childhood up have calm'd me, Calm me, ah, compose me to the end! Ah, once more...
Side 3 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy.