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He had made a great effort to succeed, and he knew that at home they would be very happy to hear that the prize had been awarded to him. "Frank Frost will come forward," said Mr. Rathburn. Frank left his seat, and advanced modestly. Mr. Rathburn placed in his hand a neat edition of Whittier's Poem's in blue and gold. "Let this serve as an incentive to renewed effort," he said.
It is in the figure of Satan that the imperishable significance of Paradise Lost is centred; his vast unyielding agony symbolizes the profound antinomy of modern consciousness. And if this is what he is in significance it is worth noting what he is in technique. He is the blending of the poem's human plane with its supernatural plane.
The tender but low-lying domestic sentiment of the Aeolian Harp is in a moment informed by it with the dignity which marks that poem's close. Apart too from its literary merits, the biographical interest of Religious Musings is very considerable. "Written," as its title declares, but in reality, as its length would suggest and as Mr.
In many cases, the pictures were not intended to be viewed in isolation but were illustrations of a text. Many were inscribed with Sanskrit or Hindi verses and in each case there was an intimate connection between the content of the picture and the poem's subject.
Breathless she disengaged herself: "I'm so glad you like it. It's a silly little thing but it's real, isn't it? Come, there's father." She paused against denial of the poem's silliness, affirmation of its truth; but George, moody beneath Mr. Marrapit's eye, glinting behind the window, had moved forward.
As he uttered the last words he heard a laugh, and, looking up, saw his host, Felix Matier, standing at the door of the room. "Well, Neal, good morrow to you. You're well enough in body, to judge by your voice. But if that poem's a measure of the state of your mind you're sick at heart. Never mind Mary, man. There's better stuff in Burns than that. He's no bad poet, is Rabbie Burns.
We have already shown, in the more appropriate instance of the Chancun de Willame, that considerable varieties in diction and metre occur in a single MS. of that poem, a MS. written probably within less than a century of the date of the poem's composition.
The finest writer of sonnets in the world has spoken the poem's praise with a tenderness and pathos that are inimitable. There is the true philosophy of the heart in all he says a reconciliation of suffering humanity to its hard but necessary lot. How exquisite and full of meaning are those lines
The world I proudly wander o'er, And plume myself and sing I am a man! Whoe'er is more? Then leap on high, and spring! Religion 'twas produced this poem's fire; Perverted also? prithee, don't inquire! What mean the joyous sounds from yonder vine-clad height? What the exulting Evoe? Why glows the cheek? Whom is't that I, with pinions light, Swinging the lofty Thyrsus see?
Craik called the best of all her poem's many settings. Only Marston's later piano pieces are really klaviermässig. So fine a work as his "Gavotte in B Minor" has no need to consider the resources of the modern instrument. It has a color scheme of much originality, though it is marred by over-repetition.
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