Papers on Literature and Art, Partes1-2Wiley and Putnam, 1846 |
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... passages there is nothing of the heat of inspiration , nothing of that celestial fire which makes us feel that the author has , by intensifying the action of his mind , raised himself to communion with superior intelligences . It is ...
... passages there is nothing of the heat of inspiration , nothing of that celestial fire which makes us feel that the author has , by intensifying the action of his mind , raised himself to communion with superior intelligences . It is ...
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... Passages like these would give great pleasure in the chaste and carefully - shaded recitation of Macready or Miss Tree . The style of the play is , throughout , elegant and simple . Neither the plot nor characters can boast any ...
... Passages like these would give great pleasure in the chaste and carefully - shaded recitation of Macready or Miss Tree . The style of the play is , throughout , elegant and simple . Neither the plot nor characters can boast any ...
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... passages in the First which can be detached and recollected ; as , We have not time to mourn ; the worse for us , He that lacks time to mourn lacks time to mend ; Eternity mourns that . T is an ill cure For life's worst ills , to have ...
... passages in the First which can be detached and recollected ; as , We have not time to mourn ; the worse for us , He that lacks time to mourn lacks time to mend ; Eternity mourns that . T is an ill cure For life's worst ills , to have ...
Página 118
... passages that follow . The delicate touches , with which Elena is made to depict her own character , move us more than Artevelde's most beautiful de- scription of Adriana . I have been much unfortunate , my lord , I would not love again ...
... passages that follow . The delicate touches , with which Elena is made to depict her own character , move us more than Artevelde's most beautiful de- scription of Adriana . I have been much unfortunate , my lord , I would not love again ...
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... passages to which it would be their vocation to do justice ; saying out those tones we divine from the order of the words . Yet Talma's Pas encore set itself to music in the mind of the hearer ; and Zara , you weep , was so 7 THE MODERN ...
... passages to which it would be their vocation to do justice ; saying out those tones we divine from the order of the words . Yet Talma's Pas encore set itself to music in the mind of the hearer ; and Zara , you weep , was so 7 THE MODERN ...
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admiration Ambla Artevelde artist Bach beauty Beethoven better breast brother calm character Charles Wesley charm child clavichord critic Dædalus deep delight divine drama earth expression eyes faith fancy feel felt flowers fugue genius give grace Handel happy harmony harpsichord Haydn hear heart heaven honour hope hour human intellectual interest John Sebastian less light literature lives look Lord Madame de Staël means measured music melody mind misanthropy Mozart muse nature never noble o'er Paracelsus passages passion perfect Philip Van Artevelde picture play pleasure poems poet poetic poetry present Prince reverence rich scene seems Senesino Shakspeare Sir James Mackintosh song soul speak spirit Strafford SWEDENBORGIANISM sweet sympathy taste tears tender thee things thou thought tion tone true truth verse whole wish words Wordsworth write
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Página 71 - What thou art we know not: What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Página 72 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Página 37 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...
Página 40 - In speech (which I have not) to make your will Quite clear to such an one, and say, "Just this "Or that in you disgusts me; here you miss, "Or there exceed the mark...
Página 87 - A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear, A stifled, drowsy, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet, no relief, In word, or sigh, or tear O Lady!
Página 74 - Round whose rude shaft dark ivy-tresses grew Yet dripping with the forest's noonday dew, Vibrated, as the ever-beating heart Shook the weak hand that grasped it; of that crew He came the last, neglected and apart; A herd-abandoned deer struck by the hunter's dart.
Página 74 - A love in desolation masked— a Power Girt round with weakness — it can scarce uplift The weight of the superincumbent hour ; It is a dying lamp, a falling shower, A breaking billow ; — even whilst we speak Is it not broken ? On the withering flower The killing sun smiles brightly ; on a cheek The life can burn in blood, even while the heart may break.
Página 157 - Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint old town of toil and traffic, quaint old town of art and song, Memories haunt thy pointed gables, like the rooks that round them throng: Memories of the Middle Ages, when the emperors, rough and bold, Had their dwelling in thy castle, time-defying, centuries old; And thy brave and thrifty burghers boasted, in their uncouth rhyme, That their great imperial city stretched its hand through every clime.
Página 72 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee; Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Página 88 - To lift the smothering weight from off my breast? It were a vain endeavour, Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.