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Reviewers are usually people who would have been poets, historians, biographers, if they could ; they have tried their talents at one or the other, and have failed ; therefore they turn critics."
Lectures on Shakespeare and Milton, p. 36. Delivered 1811-1812. Schiller has the material sublime.
Table Talk. I wish our clever young poets would remember my homely definitions of prose and poetry; that is, prose, words in their best order ; poetry, - the best words in their best order.
That passage is what I call the sublime dashed to pieces by cutting too close with the fiery four-in-hand round the corner of nonsense. .
lago's soliloquy, the motive-hunting of a motiveless malignity – how awful it is !
Notes on some other Plays of Shakespeare.
JOSIAH QUINCY. 1772-1864. If this bill [for the admission of Orleans Territory as a State) passes, it is my deliberate opinion that it is virtually a dissolution of the Union; that it will free the States from their moral obligation; and, as it will be the right of all, so it will be the duty of some, definitely to prepare for a separation, - amicably if they can, violently
Abridged Cong. Debates, Jan. 14, 1811. Vol. iv. p. 327.
if they must.?
1 Reviewers, with some rare exceptions, are à most stupid and malignant
art. - DISRAELI: Lothair, chap.
author turns critic. - SHELLEY: Fragments of Adonais,
You know who critics are? . The men who have failed in literature and terthe gentleman (Mr. Quincy cannot have forgotten his own sentiment, uttered even on the
floor of this House, “ Peaceably if we can, forcibly if we HENRY CLAY : Speech, Jan. 8, 1813.
ROBERT SOUTHEY. 1774–1843.
“ You are old, Father William,” the young man cried,
“ The few locks which are left you are gray ; You are hale, Father William, a hearty old man, Now tell me the reason I pray."
The Old Man's Comforts, and how he gained them. The march of intellect.
Colloquies on the Progress and Prospects of Society. Vol. i.
p. 360. The Doctor, Chap. Extraordinary. The laws are with us, and God on our side.
On the Rise and Progress of Popular Disaffection (1817).
Essay viii. Vol. ii. p. 107. Agreed to differ.
Life of Wesley
Around me I behold,
The mighty minds of old ;
The Cataract of Lodore.
Ibid. And so never ending, but always descending.
Toid. And this way the water comes down at Lodore.
1 See Burke, pago 408.
From his brimstone bed, at break of day,
A-walking the Devil is gone,
The Devil's Walk. Stanea 1
That his favourite sin
Ibid. Stanza 8.
His awful memory
Ode written during the War with America, 1814.
Beneath her steady ray
The desert circle spreads
Thalaba. Book i. Stanza 1. “But what good camè of it at last ?”
Quoth little Peterkin. “Why, that I cannot tell,” said he; “But ’t was a famous victory.”
The Battle of Blenheima Blue, darkly, deeply, beautifully blue.,
Madoc in Wales. Part i 5. What will not woman, gentle woman dare, When strong affection stirs her spirit up?
Part i 2
1 See Coleridge, page 501.
Darkly, deeply, beautifully blue,"
BYRON: Don Juan, canto iv. stanza 110
And last of all an Admiral came,
The March to Moscow. Stanza &
Love is indestructible,
It soweth here with toil and care,
The Curse of Kehama. Canto 2. Stanza 10.
The babe she lost in infancy,
The day of woe, the watchful night,
Canto xv. Stanza 11.
The Satanic school.
Vision of Judgment. Original Preface.
CHARLES LAMB. 1775-1834.
The red-letter days now become, to all intents and purposes, dead-letter days.
Oxford in the Vacation. For with G. D., to be absent from the body is sometimes (not to speak profanely) to be present with the Lord.
Ibid. A clear fire, a clean hearth, and the rigour of the game.
Mrs. Battle's Opinions on Whish
Sentimentally I am disposed to harmony; but orgarically I am incapable of a tune, 4 Chapter om Ears. Not if I know myself at all. The Old and New Schoolmaster. It is good to love the unknown.
Valentine's Day. The pilasters reaching down were adorned with a glistering substance (I know not what) under glass (as it seemed), resembling – a homely fancy, but I judged it to be sugar-candy; yet to my raised imagination, divested of its homelier qualities, it appeared a glorified candy.
My First Play, Presents, I often say, endear absents.
A Dissertation upon Roast Pig. It argues an insensibility.
Ibid. Books which are no books.
Detached Thoughts on Books. Your absence of mind we have borne, till your presence of body came to be called in question by it.
Amicus Redivivus. Gone before To that unknown and silent shore.
Hester. Stanza 7. I have had playmates, I have had companions, In my days of childhood, in my joyful school-days. All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
Old Familiar Faces. For thy sake, tobacco, I Would do anything but die.
A Farewell to Tobacco. And half had staggered that stout Stagirite.
Written at Cambridge. Who first invented work, and bound the free And holiday-rejoicing spirit down To that dry drudgery at the desk's dead wood ? Sabbathless Satan!
Work I like you and your book, ingenious Hone !
In whose capacious all-embracing leaves