In Praise of Cambridge: An Anthology in Prose and VerseSydney Waterlow Constable, Limited, 1912 - 221 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 3 - There shall the great owl make her nest, and lay, and hatch, and gather under her shadow : there shall the vultures also be gathered, every one with her mate.
الصفحة 38 - The Evangelist St John my patron was: Three Gothic courts are his, and in the first Was my abiding-place, a nook obscure; Right underneath, the College kitchens made A humming sound, less tuneable than bees, But hardly less industrious; with shrill notes Of sharp command and scolding intermixed.
الصفحة 40 - And that gentle Bard, / Chosen by the Muses for their Page of State — |/ Sweet Spenser, moving through his clouded heaven With the moon's beauty and the moon's soft pace...
الصفحة 31 - Whereas my birth and spirit rather took The way that takes the town, Thou didst betray me to a lingering book, And wrap me in a gown.
الصفحة 70 - TAX not the royal Saint with vain expense, With ill-matched aims the Architect who planned, Albeit labouring for a scanty band Of white-robed Scholars only, this immense And glorious Work of fine Intelligence ! Give all thou canst ; high Heaven rejects the lore Of nicely-calculated less or more...
الصفحة 77 - Ah ! who hath reft quoth he, my dearest pledge ? Last came, and last did go, The pilot of the Galilean lake ; Two massy keys he bore of metals twain...
الصفحة 41 - Yea, our blind Poet, who in his later day, Stood almost single ; uttering odious truth — Darkness before, and danger's voice behind, Soul awful — if the earth has ever lodged An awful soul — I...
الصفحة 153 - Though ye offer me burnt offerings and your meat offerings, I will not accept them: neither will I regard the peace offerings of your fat beasts.
الصفحة 70 - Of white-robed Scholars only — this immense And glorious Work of fine intelligence ! Give all thou canst ; high Heaven rejects the lore Of nicely-calculated less or more ; So deemed the man who fashioned for the sense These lofty pillars, spread that branching roof Self-poised, and scooped into ten thousand cells, Where light and shade repose, where music dwells Lingering — and wandering on as loth to die ; Like thoughts whose very sweetness yieldeth proof That they were born for immortality.
الصفحة 88 - Wood and the patches of the primeval forest; while dark green alders, and pale green reeds, stretched for miles round the broad lagoon, where the coot clanked, and the bittern boomed, and the sedge-bird, not content with its own sweet song, mocked the notes of all the birds around; while high overhead hung motionless, hawk beyond hawk, buzzard beyond buzzard, kite beyond kite, as far as eye could see.