Essays on the Poets: And Other English WritersTicknor, Reed and Fields, 1853 - 296 sider |
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... equally indispensable . Pathos , in situations which are homely , or at all connected with domestic affections , naturally moves by Saxon words . Lyrical emotion of every kind , which , ( to merit the name of lyrical , ) must be in the ...
... equally indispensable . Pathos , in situations which are homely , or at all connected with domestic affections , naturally moves by Saxon words . Lyrical emotion of every kind , which , ( to merit the name of lyrical , ) must be in the ...
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... of hostility so vast that you will be found fighting against the stars . open a It is clear , therefore , that Wordsworth erred , and caused unnecessary embarrassment , equally to the attack and to ON WORDSWORTH'S POETRY . 7.
... of hostility so vast that you will be found fighting against the stars . open a It is clear , therefore , that Wordsworth erred , and caused unnecessary embarrassment , equally to the attack and to ON WORDSWORTH'S POETRY . 7.
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... equally beyond the grasp of the best critic and the worst . How could a man so much in earnest , and so deeply interested in the question , commit so capital an oversight ? Tan- tamne rem tam negligenter ? The truth is , that , at this ...
... equally beyond the grasp of the best critic and the worst . How could a man so much in earnest , and so deeply interested in the question , commit so capital an oversight ? Tan- tamne rem tam negligenter ? The truth is , that , at this ...
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... equally in fault with the solitary sceptic ; for they all agree in treating his disappointment as sound and reasonable in itself ; but blameable only in relation to those exalted hopes which he ON WORDSWORTH'S POETRY . 23.
... equally in fault with the solitary sceptic ; for they all agree in treating his disappointment as sound and reasonable in itself ; but blameable only in relation to those exalted hopes which he ON WORDSWORTH'S POETRY . 23.
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... equally to the workman- ship of the clouds or the Aurora . Up and down the next eight hundred years , are scattered evanescent allusions to these vapory appearances ; in Hamlet and elsewhere , occur gleams of such allusions ; but I ...
... equally to the workman- ship of the clouds or the Aurora . Up and down the next eight hundred years , are scattered evanescent allusions to these vapory appearances ; in Hamlet and elsewhere , occur gleams of such allusions ; but I ...
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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.