Sketches of the Poetical Literature of the Past Half-century in Six LecturesW. Blackwood and sons, 1851 - 330 Seiten |
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... Leigh Hunt ; Story of Rimini and Miscellanies . Specimens , Funeral Procession , and The Glove . Characteristics of the new school . - John Keats , Endymion , Lamia ; his untutored fancy . - Extracts from Eve of St Agnes , and Ode to ...
... Leigh Hunt ; Story of Rimini and Miscellanies . Specimens , Funeral Procession , and The Glove . Characteristics of the new school . - John Keats , Endymion , Lamia ; his untutored fancy . - Extracts from Eve of St Agnes , and Ode to ...
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... Leigh Hunt ; Story of Rimini and Miscellanies . - Specimens , Funeral Procession , and The Glove . Characteristics of the new school . - John Keats , Endymion , Lamia ; his untutored fancy . Extracts from Eve of St Agnes , and Ode to ...
... Leigh Hunt ; Story of Rimini and Miscellanies . - Specimens , Funeral Procession , and The Glove . Characteristics of the new school . - John Keats , Endymion , Lamia ; his untutored fancy . Extracts from Eve of St Agnes , and Ode to ...
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... Leigh Hunt , himself a poet , should say of his verse , that it is " a little thinking , conveyed in a great many words ? " Such oracular nonsense , however , is not recommended to us , even as novel . Be it remembered that Waller ...
... Leigh Hunt , himself a poet , should say of his verse , that it is " a little thinking , conveyed in a great many words ? " Such oracular nonsense , however , is not recommended to us , even as novel . Be it remembered that Waller ...
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... Leigh Hunt ; Story of Rimini and Miscel- lanies . Specimens , Funeral Procession , and The Glove . Characteristics of the new school . - John Keats , Endymion , Lamia ; his untutored fancy . -Extracts from Eve of St Agnes , and Ode to ...
... Leigh Hunt ; Story of Rimini and Miscel- lanies . Specimens , Funeral Procession , and The Glove . Characteristics of the new school . - John Keats , Endymion , Lamia ; his untutored fancy . -Extracts from Eve of St Agnes , and Ode to ...
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... Leigh Hunt a poem which to this day remains probably the very best exemplar alike of its peculiar beauties and its peculiar faults . - Although previously well known as an acute dramatic critic , and a clever writer of occasional verses ...
... Leigh Hunt a poem which to this day remains probably the very best exemplar alike of its peculiar beauties and its peculiar faults . - Although previously well known as an acute dramatic critic , and a clever writer of occasional verses ...
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Seite 84 - They sin who tell us love can die. ; With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
Seite 146 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.
Seite 75 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Seite 238 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
Seite 54 - There was a roaring in the wind all night; The rain came heavily and fell in floods; But now the sun is rising calm and bright; The birds are singing in the distant woods; Over his own sweet voice the Stock-dove broods; The Jay makes answer as the Magpie chatters; And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters.
Seite 211 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Seite 70 - It was a time of rapture! Clear and loud The village clock tolled six - I wheeled about, Proud and exulting like an untired horse That cares not for his home. 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 269 - Turns the long light that drops adown the wall, Turn the black flies that crawl along the ceiling, All are turning, all the day, and we with all. And all day the iron wheels are droning, And sometimes we could pray, 'O ye wheels' (breaking out in a mad moaning) 'Stop!
Seite 70 - And not a voice was idle ; with the din Smitten, the precipices rang aloud ; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron ; while far distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy not unnoticed, while the stars Eastward were sparkling clear, and in the west The orange sky of evening died away.
Seite 155 - Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them ? Is not the love of these deep in my heart With a pure passion?