Essays on the Poets: And Other English WritersTicknor, Reed and Fields, 1853 - 296 sider |
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Side 16
... character depends the respectability of Margaret's grief . And it is impossible to turn away from his case entirely , because from the act of the enlistment is derived the whole movement of the story . Here it is that we must tax the ...
... character depends the respectability of Margaret's grief . And it is impossible to turn away from his case entirely , because from the act of the enlistment is derived the whole movement of the story . Here it is that we must tax the ...
Side 17
... character from which it derives its pathos . Had any one of us readers held the office of coroner in her neighborhood , he would have found it his duty to hold an inquest upon the body of her infant . This child , as every reader could ...
... character from which it derives its pathos . Had any one of us readers held the office of coroner in her neighborhood , he would have found it his duty to hold an inquest upon the body of her infant . This child , as every reader could ...
Side 18
... the adjustment of the details , ( however separately possible , ) falsehood in the character which , wearing the mask of profound sen- timent , does apparently repose upon dyspepsy and sloth . 18 ON WORDSWORTH'S POETRY .
... the adjustment of the details , ( however separately possible , ) falsehood in the character which , wearing the mask of profound sen- timent , does apparently repose upon dyspepsy and sloth . 18 ON WORDSWORTH'S POETRY .
Side 25
... character of the course pursued by the poem , which does not ascend uniformly , or even keep one steady level , but tres- passes , as if by forgetfulness , or chance , into topics . furnishing little inspiration , and not always closely ...
... character of the course pursued by the poem , which does not ascend uniformly , or even keep one steady level , but tres- passes , as if by forgetfulness , or chance , into topics . furnishing little inspiration , and not always closely ...
Side 26
... character upon the train of the philosophic discussions . You know not what is com- ing next ; and , when it does come , you do not always know why it comes . This has the effect of crumbling the poem into separate segments , and causes ...
... character upon the train of the philosophic discussions . You know not what is com- ing next ; and , when it does come , you do not always know why it comes . This has the effect of crumbling the poem into separate segments , and causes ...
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absolutely accident amongst Atheism Atossa beauty Caleb Caleb Williams called character Christian connected Count Julian Dahra darkness deep diction didactic dreadful earth effect Eloisa ELOISA TO ABELARD England English evil expression fact faith Falkland false fancied feeling Foster French French Revolution Gebir genius Gilfillan Goldsmith's grandeur Grasmere Hazlitt heart heaven honor human idea idolatry instance intellect interest Landor language less literary literature Lord Byron Lucretius means ment mind misanthropy mode moral murder nation nature never NOTE novels object OLIVER GOLDSMITH once Oxford party passion Percy Bysshe Shelley philosophic poem poet poetic poetry political Pope Pope's popular Porson principle reader reason regards Roman satiric seems sense Shelley Shelley's social society sometimes sorrow Southey speak spirit story suffered supposed sympathy things thou thought tion true truth utter Walter Savage Landor whilst whole word Wordsworth writer wrong
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Side 34 - The cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun ; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest ; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising ; There are forty feeding like one...
Side 12 - The pleasure-house is dust : behind, before, This is no common waste, no common gloom ; But Nature, in due course of time, once more Shall here put on her beauty and her bloom. "She leaves these objects to a slow decay, That what we are, and have been, may be known ; But at the coming of the milder day These monuments shall all be overgrown.
Side 257 - When all our fathers worshipped stocks and stones, Forget not : in thy book record their groans Who were thy sheep, and in their ancient fold Slain by the bloody Piedmontese, that rolled Mother with infant down the rocks. Their moans The vales redoubled to the hills and they To heaven.
Side 62 - The cemetery is an open space among the ruins, covered in winter with violets and daisies. It might make one in love with death, to think that one should be buried in so sweet a place.
Side 41 - From an eternity of idleness I, God, awoke ; in seven days' toil made earth From nothing ; rested, and created man : I placed him in a paradise, and there Planted the tree of evil, so that he Might eat and perish, and my soul procure Wherewith to sate its malice, and to turn, Even like a heartless conqueror of the earth, All misery to my fame.
Side 53 - I do remember well the hour which burst My spirit's sleep: a fresh May-dawn it was, When I walked forth upon the glittering grass, And wept, I knew not why; until there rose From the near schoolroom, voices, that, alas! Were but one echo from a world of woes — The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes.
Side 42 - O almighty one, I tremble and obey ! " O Spirit ! centuries have set their seal On this heart of many wounds, and loaded brain, Since the Incarnate came : humbly he came, Veiling his horrible Godhead in the shape Of man, scorned by the world, his name unheard, Save by the rabble of his native town, Even as a parish demagogue.
Side 53 - I will be wise, And just, and free, and mild, if in me lies Such power, for I grow weary to behold The selfish and the strong still tyrannize Without reproach or check.
Side 174 - Calista prov'd her conduct nice, And good Simplicius asks of her advice. Sudden she storms ! she raves ! you tip the wink; But spare your censure ; Silia does not drink. All eyes may see from what the change arose ; All eyes may see — a pimple on her nose. Papillia, wedded to her amorous spark, Sighs for the shades —
Side 86 - Keats, who was kill'd off by one critique, Just as he really promised something great, If not intelligible, without Greek, Contrived to talk about the gods of late, Much as they might have been supposed to speak. Poor fellow ! his was an untoward fate; 'Tis strange the mind, that very fiery particle, Should let itself be snufFd out by an article.