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... kind of musical accompaniment of exalted thought and sentiment . How you hear the harp in it ! I never knew anybody to speak of the pleasure a poet must have in writ- ing such verse as that . It must sing to him as sweetly as to any one ...
... kind of musical accompaniment of exalted thought and sentiment . How you hear the harp in it ! I never knew anybody to speak of the pleasure a poet must have in writ- ing such verse as that . It must sing to him as sweetly as to any one ...
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... kind face under his shovel hat ; portly , as a bishop should be , and having a twinkle of humor in his eye . He dressed well and soberly , in the decorous habil- iments of his office . " So English , " the young ladies of the Highland ...
... kind face under his shovel hat ; portly , as a bishop should be , and having a twinkle of humor in his eye . He dressed well and soberly , in the decorous habil- iments of his office . " So English , " the young ladies of the Highland ...
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... kind " Demming ? Yes , it is Demming . " " Now I wonder , do you know , ” said the young man , " what induces the Bish- op to waste his time on such hopeless moral trash as that . " He spoke in a pleasant , slow voice , with an English ...
... kind " Demming ? Yes , it is Demming . " " Now I wonder , do you know , ” said the young man , " what induces the Bish- op to waste his time on such hopeless moral trash as that . " He spoke in a pleasant , slow voice , with an English ...
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... kind . All I saw was a moderate - sized square house , with piazzas and a flat roof , all sadly in need of paint . Now , I'm like Betsey Prig : ' I don't believe there's no sich person . ' It's a myth , like the good old Southern ...
... kind . All I saw was a moderate - sized square house , with piazzas and a flat roof , all sadly in need of paint . Now , I'm like Betsey Prig : ' I don't believe there's no sich person . ' It's a myth , like the good old Southern ...
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... kind of low fever , and was ill a long time . He used to walk up and down the little path through the woods , holding her in his arms . She would wake up in the night and cry , and he would wrap her in an old army blanket , and pace in ...
... kind of low fever , and was ill a long time . He used to walk up and down the little path through the woods , holding her in his arms . She would wake up in the night and cry , and he would wrap her in an old army blanket , and pace in ...
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Seite 427 - Dilke on various subjects; several things dove-tailed in my mind, and at once it struck me what quality went to form a Man of Achievement, especially in Literature, and which Shakespeare possessed so enormously — I mean Negative Capability, that is, when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason...
Seite 98 - Subtle as Sphinx; as sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair; And, when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. Never durst poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with Love's sighs; O, then his lines would ravish savage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility.
Seite 424 - This morning I am in a sort of temper, indolent and supremely careless — I long after a stanza or two of Thomson's Castle of Indolence — my passions are all asleep, from my having slumbered till nearly eleven, and weakened the animal fibre all over me, to a delightful sensation, about three degrees on this side of faintness. If I had teeth of pearl and the breath of lilies I should call it languor, but as I am* I must call it laziness.
Seite 429 - The little dramatic skill I may as yet have, however badly it might show in a drama, would, I think, be sufficient for a poem. I wish to diffuse the colouring of St. Agnes' Eve throughout a poem in which character and sentiment would be the figures to such drapery.
Seite 201 - If you choose to play ! — is my principle. Let a man contend to the uttermost For his life's set prize, be it what it will!
Seite 646 - That general life, which does not cease, Whose secret is not joy, but peace; That life, whose dumb wish is not miss'd If birth proceeds, if things subsist; The life of plants, and stones, and rain, The life he craves — if not in vain Fate gave, what chance shall not control, His sad lucidity of soul.
Seite 239 - Through God we shall do valiantly : for he it is that shall tread down our enemies.
Seite 648 - Flow'd with the stream ; — all down his cold white side The crimson torrent ran, dim now and soil'd, Like the soil'd tissue of white violets Left, freshly...
Seite 646 - But be his My special thanks, whose even-balanced soul, From first youth tested up to extreme old age, Business could not make dull, nor passion wild ; Who saw life steadily, and saw it whole ; The mellow glory of the Attic stage, Singer of sweet Colonus, and its child.
Seite 427 - This pursued through volumes would perhaps take us no further than this, that with a great poet the sense of Beauty overcomes every other consideration, or rather obliterates all consideration.