An Introduction to the Study of PoetryK. Paul, Trench & Company, 1882 - 328 páginas |
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... vision and the faculty divine , is the complete and recognized poet . Let me now recall to your memories some well- known lines of Wordsworth , which almost rival Plato's vision in imaginative sublimity : - " Our birth is but a sleep ...
... vision and the faculty divine , is the complete and recognized poet . Let me now recall to your memories some well- known lines of Wordsworth , which almost rival Plato's vision in imaginative sublimity : - " Our birth is but a sleep ...
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... visions ! Surely these are real to us in a sense that many sensible objects and historical events are not . It may be objected that natural facts prove their exclusive reality by the effects that they produce in nature . The slightest ...
... visions ! Surely these are real to us in a sense that many sensible objects and historical events are not . It may be objected that natural facts prove their exclusive reality by the effects that they produce in nature . The slightest ...
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... vision is one that I do not presume to discuss . My purpose is rather to show the influence that Christianity has exercised in fashioning the spirit , and producing the literature of modern days : for , whether we are conscious of the ...
... vision is one that I do not presume to discuss . My purpose is rather to show the influence that Christianity has exercised in fashioning the spirit , and producing the literature of modern days : for , whether we are conscious of the ...
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... vision of eternal truth , and whose every word vibrates with the emotion which that vision has excited in him . In this - the vision - I cannot help thinking that Shelley is the greatest of all modern poets . But in poetic faculty , in ...
... vision of eternal truth , and whose every word vibrates with the emotion which that vision has excited in him . In this - the vision - I cannot help thinking that Shelley is the greatest of all modern poets . But in poetic faculty , in ...
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Henry Bernard Cotterill. same time I feel that the glory of the eternal vision has overpowered him , and that he is too deeply moved by it to speak of it calmly and in a generally recognizable form . His emotion is not tranquilized ...
Henry Bernard Cotterill. same time I feel that the glory of the eternal vision has overpowered him , and that he is too deeply moved by it to speak of it calmly and in a generally recognizable form . His emotion is not tranquilized ...
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Página 83 - I see before me the Gladiator lie; He leans upon his hand, — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony. And his drooped head sinks gradually low, And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow, From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower; and now The arena swims around him, — he is gone Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
Página 196 - Lyrical Ballads, in which it was agreed that my endeavours should be directed to persons and characters supernatural, or at least romantic — yet so as to transfer from our inward nature a human interest and a semblance of truth sufficient to procure for these shadows of imagination that willing suspension of disbelief, for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.
Página 277 - I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me; and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture...
Página 266 - He is made one with Nature. There is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder to the song of night's sweet bird. He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone ; Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own, Which wields the world with never-wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Página 102 - The other Shape — If shape it might be called that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb; Or substance might be called that shadow seemed, For each seemed either — black it stood as Night, Fierce as ten Furies, terrible as Hell, And shook a dreadful dart: what seemed his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
Página 258 - Forlorn ! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self ! Adieu ! the fancy cannot cheat so well As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — do I wake or sleep?
Página 239 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Página 317 - To suffer woes which hope thinks infinite ; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night ; To defy power which seems omnipotent ; To love and bear ; to hope till hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates...
Página 212 - The immeasurable height Of woods decaying, never to be decayed, The stationary blasts of waterfalls, And in the narrow rent at every turn Winds thwarting winds, bewildered and forlorn, The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky...
Página 119 - I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope thro' darkness up to God, I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope, And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope.