Wordsworth, Shelley, Keats, and Other EssaysMacmillan, 1875 - 305 Seiten |
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... ideal , the sap and flower of all popular expression . So also with the representation of passions of a higher order . The only sense in which the language of a great part of our best poetry can be said to resemble real language is that ...
... ideal , the sap and flower of all popular expression . So also with the representation of passions of a higher order . The only sense in which the language of a great part of our best poetry can be said to resemble real language is that ...
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... ideal state of things . In the abeyance of this law ( hard law for many ! ) lay , he seems to have felt , one of the great uses of descriptive poetry . While men do tear themselves away from their native localities , and traverse the ...
... ideal state of things . In the abeyance of this law ( hard law for many ! ) lay , he seems to have felt , one of the great uses of descriptive poetry . While men do tear themselves away from their native localities , and traverse the ...
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... of sweet , sensuous description , or of sensuous - ideal beauty , such as are to be found in the minor poems of Milton , Shakespeare and Chaucer , and . in Spenser throughout , and that he rarely seemed to 148 KEATS .
... of sweet , sensuous description , or of sensuous - ideal beauty , such as are to be found in the minor poems of Milton , Shakespeare and Chaucer , and . in Spenser throughout , and that he rarely seemed to 148 KEATS .
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... ideal trigger , though the mimic attitude may be baulked of com- pletion ; the imagination of a pain in any part may be persevered in till a pain is actually induced in that part . Whether or not this fact shall ever serve much towards ...
... ideal trigger , though the mimic attitude may be baulked of com- pletion ; the imagination of a pain in any part may be persevered in till a pain is actually induced in that part . Whether or not this fact shall ever serve much towards ...
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... ideal mood , into the mood of the truly epic poet , the poet of life , sublimity and action . Thus , in one of his prose letters , he says , " Although I take Poetry to be the chief , yet there is something else wanting to one who ...
... ideal mood , into the mood of the truly epic poet , the poet of life , sublimity and action . Thus , in one of his prose letters , he says , " Although I take Poetry to be the chief , yet there is something else wanting to one who ...
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Seite 141 - Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if my leaves are falling like its own ! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit ! Be thou me, impetuous one ! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves to quicken a new birth...
Seite 288 - Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
Seite 141 - I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers, From the seas and the streams; I bear light shade for the leaves when laid In their noonday dreams. From my wings are shaken the dews that waken The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under, And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Seite 180 - While he from forth the closet brought a heap Of candied apple, quince, and plum, and gourd, With jellies soother than the creamy curd, And lucent syrops, tinct with cinnamon, Manna and dates, in argosy transferr'd From Fez, and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon.
Seite 246 - He scarce had ceased, when the superior fiend Was moving toward the shore ; his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast ; the broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views At evening from the top of Fesole Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
Seite 199 - The use of this feigned history hath been to give some shadow of satisfaction to the mind of man in those points wherein the nature of things doth deny it, the world being in proportion inferior to the soul...
Seite 240 - Less Philomel will deign a song, In her sweetest saddest plight, Smoothing the rugged brow of night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke, Gently o'er the accustom'd oak : Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy...
Seite 43 - 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.
Seite 61 - Then up I rose, And dragged to earth both branch and bough, with crash And merciless ravage: and the shady nook Of hazels, and the green and mossy bower, Deformed and sullied, patiently gave up Their quiet being...