Two Poets of the Oxford Movement: John Keble and John Henry Newman
Fairleigh Dickinson Univ Press, 1996 - 296 sidor
This book examines the poetry of two important figures in the Oxford Movement, a campaign that began by asserting the independence of the English Church from secular power and that went on to Catholicize the Protestant color of Anglicanism in the early nineteenth century. John Keble and John Henry Newman both conceived poetry as the instrument of religious persuasion: Keble through his Christian Year which, although it antedated the movement, was hailed as its Baptist cry; and Newman through his more aggressive contributions to Lyra Apostolica. After a brief introduction in which he discusses the nature of Tractarian poetry - members of the movement were given that nickname - author Rodney Stenning Edgecombe presents detailed readings of the two collections, stressing their value as poetry rather than as theological documents. He argues that both men possessed real lyric gifts which shifts in taste and the theological emphasis of earlier commentaries have tended to obscure.
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Sida 40 - Who gave you your invulnerable life, Your strength, your speed, your fury, and your joy, Unceasing thunder and eternal foam? And who commanded (and the silence came), Here let the billows stiffen, and have rest?
Sida 207 - The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas! for other notes repine; A different object do these eyes require; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear, And weep the more...
Sida 66 - E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries, E'en in our ashes live their wonted fires. For thee, who, mindful of th' unhonour'd dead, Dost in these lines their artless tale relate; If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Some kindred spirit shall inquire thy fate, Haply some hoary-headed swain may say, 'Oft have we seen him at the peep of dawn Brushing with hasty steps the dews away, To meet the sun upon the upland lawn...
Sida 22 - Acquaint thyself with God, if thou wouldst taste His works. Admitted once to his embrace, Thou shalt perceive that thou wast blind before : Thine eye shall be instructed ; and thine heart Made pure shall relish, with divine delight Till then unfelt, what hands divine have wrought.
Sida 23 - Big with the vanity of state ; But transient is the smile of Fate ! A little rule, a little sway, A sun-beam in a winter's day, Is all the proud and mighty have Between the cradle and the grave.
Sida 281 - The Book of Common Prayer and Administration of the Sacraments ' and other rites and ceremonies of the Church according to the use of the Church of England, together with the Psalter or Psalms of David, pointed as they are to be sung or said in churches ; and the form or manner of making, ordaining, and consecrating of bishops, priests, and deacons.
Sida 39 - Green vales and icy cliffs, all join my Hymn. Thou first and chief, sole Sovereign of the Vale! O, struggling with the darkness all the night, And visited all night by troops of stars, Or when they climb the sky or when they sink...