Sketches of the Poetical Literature of the Past Half-century in Six LecturesW. Blackwood and sons, 1851 - 330 páginas |
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... things , — for intellectual exercise and enterprise , as well as for the development of the imaginative faculty ; for there the arabesque pageantry of night and the shadows of dark- ness have not yet disappeared , and the dawn is ...
... things , — for intellectual exercise and enterprise , as well as for the development of the imaginative faculty ; for there the arabesque pageantry of night and the shadows of dark- ness have not yet disappeared , and the dawn is ...
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... things existing at the com- mencement of the present century ; and with it a new grand epoch of the world's history was to begin . A band of giant intellects , as in the days of Elizabeth , was again to illumine the foot - hardened and ...
... things existing at the com- mencement of the present century ; and with it a new grand epoch of the world's history was to begin . A band of giant intellects , as in the days of Elizabeth , was again to illumine the foot - hardened and ...
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... things are as yet only in a state of infantine progression , we have reason to be proud , not only of our day and generation in its literary and scientific men , but of the ample modicum of germinating knowledge , which that generation ...
... things are as yet only in a state of infantine progression , we have reason to be proud , not only of our day and generation in its literary and scientific men , but of the ample modicum of germinating knowledge , which that generation ...
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... things showed itself in Akenside and in Thomson , and expanded into the daylight with Cowper . To him we are to look as the great regenerator of our modern poetry ; for his star was towards its setting when that of Wordsworth arose ...
... things showed itself in Akenside and in Thomson , and expanded into the daylight with Cowper . To him we are to look as the great regenerator of our modern poetry ; for his star was towards its setting when that of Wordsworth arose ...
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... thing to a walk in the country itself . All his sketches are full of truth and nature ; and nothing can surpass his winter scenery his snow- covered valleys and frozen brooks , and leafless trees , and hungry birds picking on the ...
... thing to a walk in the country itself . All his sketches are full of truth and nature ; and nothing can surpass his winter scenery his snow- covered valleys and frozen brooks , and leafless trees , and hungry birds picking on the ...
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Página 84 - They sin who tell us love can die. ; With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
Página 146 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.
Página 75 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Página 238 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
Página 54 - There was a roaring in the wind all night; The rain came heavily and fell in floods; But now the sun is rising calm and bright; The birds are singing in the distant woods; Over his own sweet voice the Stock-dove broods; The Jay makes answer as the Magpie chatters; And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters.
Página 211 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Página 70 - It was a time of rapture! Clear and loud The village clock tolled six - I wheeled about, Proud and exulting like an untired horse That cares not for his home. All shod with steel, We hissed along the polished ice in games Confederate, imitative of the chase And woodland pleasures, - the resounding horn, The pack loud chiming, and the hunted hare.
Página 269 - Turns the long light that drops adown the wall, Turn the black flies that crawl along the ceiling, All are turning, all the day, and we with all. And all day the iron wheels are droning, And sometimes we could pray, 'O ye wheels' (breaking out in a mad moaning) 'Stop!
Página 70 - And not a voice was idle ; with the din Smitten, the precipices rang aloud ; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron ; while far distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy not unnoticed, while the stars Eastward were sparkling clear, and in the west The orange sky of evening died away.
Página 155 - Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them ? Is not the love of these deep in my heart With a pure passion?