Essays on the Poets: And Other English WritersTicknor, Reed and Fields, 1853 - 296 sider |
Fra bogen
Resultater 1-5 af 23
Side 40
... honor . And , were this even otherwise , the objection would be nothing to Christians - who , recognising the Deity in Christ , recognise his unlimited right over life . Some , again , had pointed their insults at a part more vital in ...
... honor . And , were this even otherwise , the objection would be nothing to Christians - who , recognising the Deity in Christ , recognise his unlimited right over life . Some , again , had pointed their insults at a part more vital in ...
Side 50
... honored the same nobility of feeling in an- other . And Rowland Hill , by his guileless simplicity , had a separate hold upon a nature so childlike as Shel- ley's . He was full of love to man ; so was Shelley . He was full of humility ...
... honored the same nobility of feeling in an- other . And Rowland Hill , by his guileless simplicity , had a separate hold upon a nature so childlike as Shel- ley's . He was full of love to man ; so was Shelley . He was full of humility ...
Side 57
... honors of her house to married ladies , caused all the party to smile . And me it caused profoundly to sigh , four years later , when the gloomy death of this young creature , now frozen in a distant grave , threw back my remembrance ...
... honors of her house to married ladies , caused all the party to smile . And me it caused profoundly to sigh , four years later , when the gloomy death of this young creature , now frozen in a distant grave , threw back my remembrance ...
Side 86
... honor Keats's memory , should not lend themselves to a story so degrading . He died , I believe , of pulmonary con- sumption ; and would have died of it , probably , under any circumstances of prosperity as a poet . Doubt- less 86 JOHN ...
... honor Keats's memory , should not lend themselves to a story so degrading . He died , I believe , of pulmonary con- sumption ; and would have died of it , probably , under any circumstances of prosperity as a poet . Doubt- less 86 JOHN ...
Side 91
... honor , should be wholly in the eyes of a young poet , - it is the language of his country . He should spend the third part of his life in studying this language , and cultivating its total resources . He should be willing to pluck out ...
... honor , should be wholly in the eyes of a young poet , - it is the language of his country . He should spend the third part of his life in studying this language , and cultivating its total resources . He should be willing to pluck out ...
Andre udgaver - Se alle
Almindelige termer og sætninger
50 cents accident amongst Atheism Atossa beauty Caleb Caleb Williams called character Christian connected Count Julian darkness deep diction didactic earth effect Eloisa England English Essay 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 JOHN KEATS labor Landor language literary literature Lord Byron Lucretius ment mind misanthropy mode moral murder nation nature never NOTE novels object OLIVER GOLDSMITH once party passion PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY philosophic poem poet poetic poetry political Pope Pope's Price 75 cents principle reader regards Revolution Roman satiric seems sense Shelley Shelley's social society sorrow Southey speak spirit story suffered supposed sympathy things thought tion true truth utter Vols WALTER SAVAGE LANDOR whilst whole WILLIAM GODWIN WILLIAM HAZLITT word Wordsworth writer wrong
Populære passager
Side 175 - twould a saint provoke," (Were the last words that poor Narcissa spoke ;} " No, let a charming chintz and Brussels lace Wrap my cold limbs, and shade my lifeless face : One would not, sure, be frightful when one's dead — And — Betty — give this cheek a little red.
Side 53 - Which poured their warm drops on the sunny ground — So without shame I spake: '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 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 255 - 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 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 171 - NOTHING so true as what you once let fall, " Most women have no characters at all." Matter too soft a lasting mark to bear, And best distinguish'd by black, brown, or fair. How many pictures of one nymph we view...
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 42 - Of man, scorned by the world, his name unheard, Save by the rabble of his native town, Even as a parish demagogue. He led The crowd; he taught them justice, truth, and peace, In semblance; but he lit within their souls The quenchless flames of zeal, and blest the sword He brought on earth to satiate with the blood Of truth and freedom his malignant soul.