Aurora LeighClassic Books, 1872 - 334 páginas Aurora Leigh, now available in the first critically edited and fully annotated edition for almost a century, is the foremost example of the mid-nineteenth century poem of contemporary life. It is an amazing verse novel which provides a panoramic view of the early Victorian age in London. Thedominant presence in the work however, is the narrator Aurora Leigh, as she develops her ideas on art, love, God, the "Woman Question," and society. |
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Página 21 - Their right of comprehending husband's talk When not too deep, and even of answering With pretty 'may it please you,' or 'so it is,' — Their rapid insight and fine aptitude, Particular worth and general missionariness, As long as they keep quiet by the fire And never say 'no...
Página 290 - O cousin, let us be content, in work, To do the thing we can, and not presume To fret because it's little.
Página 151 - As drowsy as the shepherds. What is art But life upon the larger scale, the higher, When, graduating up in a spiral line Of still expanding and ascending gyres, It pushes toward the intense significance Of all things, hungry for the Infinite ? Art's life ; and where we live, we suffer and toil.
Página 9 - I who have written much in prose and verse For others' uses, will write now for mine, — Will write my story for my better self, As when you paint your portrait for a friend, Who keeps it in a drawer and looks at it Long after he has ceased to love you, just , To hold together what he was and is.
Página 10 - And stringing pretty words that make no sense, And kissing full sense into empty words ; Which things are corals to cut life upon, Although such trifles...
Página 165 - O sorrowful great gift Conferred on poets, of a twofold life, When one life has been found enough for pain ! We, staggering 'neath our burden as mere men, Being called to stand up straight as demi-gods...
Página 253 - Earth's crammed with heaven And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees, takes off his shoes...
Página 196 - We wind out from us the distracting world And die into the chrysalis of a man, A.nd leave the best that may, to come of us In some brown moth. I would be bold and bear To look into the swarthiest face of things. For God's sake who has made them. Six days' work ; The last day shutting 'twixt its dawn and eve, The whole work bettered of the previous five ' Since God collected and resumed in man The firmaments, the strata, and the lights, Fish, fowl, and beast, and insect, — all their trains Of various...
Página 33 - ... nimble mouse between the ribs Of a mastodon, I nibbled here and there At this or that box, pulling through the gap, In heats of terror, haste, victorious joy, The first book first. And how I felt it beat Under my pillow, in the morning's dark, An hour before the sun would let me read! My booksl At last Because the time was ripe, I chanced upon the poets.
Página 63 - Of what they are not. Most illogical Irrational nature of our womanhoo'd, That blushes one way, feels another way, And" prays, perhaps, another ! After all, We cannot be the equal of the male, Who rules his blood a little. For although I blushed indeed, as if I loved the man, And her incisive smile, accrediting That treason of false witness in my blush, Did bow me downward like a swathe...
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Inflections of the Pen: Dash and Voice in Emily Dickinson Paul Crumbley Pré-visualização limitada - 1997 |