Papers on Literature and Art, Partes1-2Wiley and Putnam, 1846 |
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... passions undergone or vanquished . The depth , for there was depth , was of feeling rather than experience . A penetrating sweetness beamed from him on the observer , who was rather raised and softened in himself than drawn to think of ...
... passions undergone or vanquished . The depth , for there was depth , was of feeling rather than experience . A penetrating sweetness beamed from him on the observer , who was rather raised and softened in himself than drawn to think of ...
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... passions , detain me longer than would the still path through the groves , the chosen haunt of contemplation , yet I in- cline to think that progress so , though slower , is surer . Owing no safety , no clearness to my position , but so ...
... passions , detain me longer than would the still path through the groves , the chosen haunt of contemplation , yet I in- cline to think that progress so , though slower , is surer . Owing no safety , no clearness to my position , but so ...
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... passion for acquisition preceded long and far outwent , in the first part of his prime , the need of creation or expression , and , probably , no era less grand and fervent than his own could have made him still more the genius than THE ...
... passion for acquisition preceded long and far outwent , in the first part of his prime , the need of creation or expression , and , probably , no era less grand and fervent than his own could have made him still more the genius than THE ...
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... passion , in great results and still greater beginnings . There was fire enough to bring the immense materials he had collected into a state of fusion . Still his original bias infects the pupil , and this Master makes us thirst for ...
... passion , in great results and still greater beginnings . There was fire enough to bring the immense materials he had collected into a state of fusion . Still his original bias infects the pupil , and this Master makes us thirst for ...
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... passions . " He does not mention here the higher offices of music , but that they had been fulfilled to him is evident in the whole texture of his mind and his page . The organ was his instrument , and there is not a strain of its ...
... passions . " He does not mention here the higher offices of music , but that they had been fulfilled to him is evident in the whole texture of his mind and his page . The organ was his instrument , and there is not a strain of its ...
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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.