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The cover is simple plain blue cloth; on the back is a little patch of printing in gold,
with the words Keats's Poetical Works in the centre of a twined gilt ribbon and
twisted gilt flowers. The welt at the back is bleached and frayed; the corners of the
...
The cover is simple plain blue cloth; on the back is a little patch of printing in gold,
with the words Keats's Poetical Works in the centre of a twined gilt ribbon and
twisted gilt flowers. The welt at the back is bleached and frayed; the corners of the
...
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This is not the age of great poetry, but it is the age of “poetical poetry,” to quote
the phrase of one of the finest critics using the English language—one who has,
unfortunately for the culture of that tongue and those who use it, written
lamentably ...
This is not the age of great poetry, but it is the age of “poetical poetry,” to quote
the phrase of one of the finest critics using the English language—one who has,
unfortunately for the culture of that tongue and those who use it, written
lamentably ...
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I do not presume to say what place exactly James Clarence Mangan ought to
occupy on the greater roll of verse-writers, and I am not sure that he is, in the
finest sense of the phrase, a “poetical poet;” but he is, at all events, the most
poetical ...
I do not presume to say what place exactly James Clarence Mangan ought to
occupy on the greater roll of verse-writers, and I am not sure that he is, in the
finest sense of the phrase, a “poetical poet;” but he is, at all events, the most
poetical ...
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Suddenly I remembered some words of the critic of whom I spoke a while back ,
in dealing with the question of poetical poetry and poems . I took down the
printed page , where I found these lines :“ Mr. Swinburne's poetry is almost
altogether ...
Suddenly I remembered some words of the critic of whom I spoke a while back ,
in dealing with the question of poetical poetry and poems . I took down the
printed page , where I found these lines :“ Mr. Swinburne's poetry is almost
altogether ...
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Twenty Golden Years Ago is by no means a poetical poem, but there is poetry in
it. There is no poetical poem by Mangan. But he has written no serious verses in
which there is not poetry. After giving Mangan's own verse account of what he ...
Twenty Golden Years Ago is by no means a poetical poem, but there is poetry in
it. There is no poetical poem by Mangan. But he has written no serious verses in
which there is not poetry. After giving Mangan's own verse account of what he ...
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Página 118 - That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees...
Página 92 - Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Página 188 - With half-dropt eyelids still, Beneath a heaven dark and holy, To watch the long bright river drawing slowly His waters from the purple hill— To hear the dewy echoes calling From cave to cave thro' the thick-twined vine— To watch the emerald-colour'd water falling Thro' many a wov'n acanthus-wreath divine!
Página 109 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
Página 98 - Yes, there must be a golden victory; There must be Gods thrown down, and trumpets blown Of triumph calm, and hymns of festival Upon the gold clouds metropolitan, Voices of soft proclaim, and silver stir 130 Of strings in hollow shells; and there shall be Beautiful things made new, for the surprise Of the sky-children; I will give command: Thea! Thea! Thea! where is Saturn?
Página 102 - Oft made Hyperion ache. His palace bright Bastion'd with pyramids of glowing gold, And touch'd with shade of bronzed obelisks...
Página 143 - And tell how now, amid wreck and sorrow, And want, and sickness, and houseless nights, He bides in calmness the silent morrow, That no ray lights. And lives he still, then ? Yes ! Old and hoary At thirty-nine, from despair and woe, He lives enduring what future story Will never know. Him grant a grave to, ye pitying noble, Deep in your bosoms ! There let him dwell ! He, too, had tears for all souls in trouble, Here and in hell.
Página 170 - Somewhere, I knew not where — somehow, I knew not how — by Borne beings, I knew not whom — a battle, a strife, an agony was conducting, was evolving like a great drama, or piece of music ; with which my sympathy was the more insupportable from my confusion as to its place, its cause, its nature, and its possible issue.
Página 169 - Anthem; and, like that, gave the feeling of a multitudinous movement, of infinite cavalcades filing off, and the tread of innumerable armies. The morning was come of a mighty day— a day of crisis and of ultimate hope for human nature, then suffering mysterious eclipse, and labouring in some dread extremity.
Página 141 - Tell how, disdaining all earth can give, He would have taught men, from wisdom's pages, The way to live. And tell how trampled, derided, hated, And worn by weakness, disease, and wrong, He fled for shelter to God, who mated His soul with song...
Información bibliográfica
| Título | Ignorant Essays |
| Autor | Richard Dowling |
| Edición | 2 |
| Editor | D. Appleton, 1888 |
| Procedencia del original | Universidad de California |
| Digitalizado | 1 Dic. 2007 |
| Largo | 195 páginas |
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