Papers on Literature and Art, Partes1-2Wiley and Putnam, 1846 |
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... nature . They never dream that there are statures which cannot be measured from their point of view . They love , they like , or they hate ; the book is detestable , immoral , absurd , or admirable , noble , of a most approved scope ...
... nature . They never dream that there are statures which cannot be measured from their point of view . They love , they like , or they hate ; the book is detestable , immoral , absurd , or admirable , noble , of a most approved scope ...
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... nature . They have the ready grace of love with some- what of the dignity of disinterested friendship . They some- times give more pleasure than the original production of which they treat , as melodies will sometimes ring sweetlier in ...
... nature . They have the ready grace of love with some- what of the dignity of disinterested friendship . They some- times give more pleasure than the original production of which they treat , as melodies will sometimes ring sweetlier in ...
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... nature . Nature is the literature and art of the divine mind ; human literature and art the criticism on that ; and they , too , find their criticism within their own sphere . The critic , then , should be not merely a poet , not merely ...
... nature . Nature is the literature and art of the divine mind ; human literature and art the criticism on that ; and they , too , find their criticism within their own sphere . The critic , then , should be not merely a poet , not merely ...
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... nature shrouds herself in dull mist ; fain would she hide her sighs and smiles , her buds and fruits even in a veil ... natural revolutions ? In all real growths there is a " give and take " of unerring accuracy ; in all the acts of thy ...
... nature shrouds herself in dull mist ; fain would she hide her sighs and smiles , her buds and fruits even in a veil ... natural revolutions ? In all real growths there is a " give and take " of unerring accuracy ; in all the acts of thy ...
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... Nature , and yet deny me ? Is not Art the child of Nature , Civilization of Man ? As Religion into Philosophy , Poetry into Criticism , Life into Science , Love into Law , so did thy lyric in natural order transmute itself into my ...
... Nature , and yet deny me ? Is not Art the child of Nature , Civilization of Man ? As Religion into Philosophy , Poetry into Criticism , Life into Science , Love into Law , so did thy lyric in natural order transmute itself into my ...
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admiration Ambla Artevelde artist Bach beauty Beethoven better breast brother calm character Charles Wesley charm child clavichord critic Dædalus deep delight divine drama earth expression eyes faith fancy feel felt flowers fugue genius give grace Handel happy harmony harpsichord Haydn hear heart heaven honour hope hour human intellectual interest John Sebastian less light literature lives look Lord Madame de Staël means measured music melody mind misanthropy Mozart muse nature never noble o'er Paracelsus passages passion perfect Philip Van Artevelde picture play pleasure poems poet poetic poetry present Prince reverence rich scene seems Senesino Shakspeare Sir James Mackintosh song soul speak spirit Strafford SWEDENBORGIANISM sweet sympathy taste tears tender thee things thou thought tion tone true truth verse whole wish words Wordsworth write
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Página 71 - What thou art we know not: What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Página 72 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Página 37 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...
Página 40 - In speech (which I have not) to make your will Quite clear to such an one, and say, "Just this "Or that in you disgusts me; here you miss, "Or there exceed the mark...
Página 87 - A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear, A stifled, drowsy, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet, no relief, In word, or sigh, or tear O Lady!
Página 74 - Round whose rude shaft dark ivy-tresses grew Yet dripping with the forest's noonday dew, Vibrated, as the ever-beating heart Shook the weak hand that grasped it; of that crew He came the last, neglected and apart; A herd-abandoned deer struck by the hunter's dart.
Página 74 - A love in desolation masked— a Power Girt round with weakness — it can scarce uplift The weight of the superincumbent hour ; It is a dying lamp, a falling shower, A breaking billow ; — even whilst we speak Is it not broken ? On the withering flower The killing sun smiles brightly ; on a cheek The life can burn in blood, even while the heart may break.
Página 157 - Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint old town of toil and traffic, quaint old town of art and song, Memories haunt thy pointed gables, like the rooks that round them throng: Memories of the Middle Ages, when the emperors, rough and bold, Had their dwelling in thy castle, time-defying, centuries old; And thy brave and thrifty burghers boasted, in their uncouth rhyme, That their great imperial city stretched its hand through every clime.
Página 72 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee; Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Página 88 - To lift the smothering weight from off my breast? It were a vain endeavour, Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.