Estimations in Criticism, Volum 1A. Melrose, 1908 |
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Pàgina 2
... seems will not die in death : and of such was Hartley Coleridge . A curious instance of poetic anticipation was in ... seem To brood on air than on an earthly stream ; O blessed vision ! happy child ! Thou art so exquisitely wild , 1 ...
... seems will not die in death : and of such was Hartley Coleridge . A curious instance of poetic anticipation was in ... seem To brood on air than on an earthly stream ; O blessed vision ! happy child ! Thou art so exquisitely wild , 1 ...
Pàgina 6
... seem strange that men should be able , not merely by acting on others , not by a continued influence carried on through many minds in succession , but by a single direct act , to come into contact with us , and , as if with their own ...
... seem strange that men should be able , not merely by acting on others , not by a continued influence carried on through many minds in succession , but by a single direct act , to come into contact with us , and , as if with their own ...
Pàgina 8
... seems , he went up with much hope and strong excitement ; for , quiet and calm as seem those ancient dormitories , to him , as to many , the going among them seemed the first entrance into the real world - the end of torpidity -the ...
... seems , he went up with much hope and strong excitement ; for , quiet and calm as seem those ancient dormitories , to him , as to many , the going among them seemed the first entrance into the real world - the end of torpidity -the ...
Pàgina 9
... seems to have come to him by nature , and it was through life the one quality which he relied on for attraction in society . Its being agreeable is to be accounted for mainly by its singularity ; if one knew any respectable number of ...
... seems to have come to him by nature , and it was through life the one quality which he relied on for attraction in society . Its being agreeable is to be accounted for mainly by its singularity ; if one knew any respectable number of ...
Pàgina 12
... seems to have ascertained , possibly from actual trial , that verses were not in themselves a very emphatic attraction . Singular as it may sound , the ladies selected were not only insensible to what is , after all , a metaphysical ...
... seems to have ascertained , possibly from actual trial , that verses were not in themselves a very emphatic attraction . Singular as it may sound , the ladies selected were not only insensible to what is , after all , a metaphysical ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 144 - Poetry is not like reasoning, a power to be exerted according to the determination of the will. A man cannot say, " I will compose poetry." The greatest poet even cannot say it; for the mind in creation is as a fading coal, which some invisible influence, like an inconstant wind, awakens to transitory brightness...
Pàgina 237 - Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill...
Pàgina 152 - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady ? What men or gods are these?
Pàgina 272 - You should have heard the Hamelin people Ringing the bells till they rocked the steeple. 'Go,' cried the Mayor, 'and get long poles! Poke out the nests and block up the holes! Consult with carpenters and builders, And leave in our town not even a trace Of the rats!' - when suddenly, up the face Of the Piper perked in the market-place, With a, 'First, if you please, my thousand guilders!
Pàgina 156 - We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Pàgina 86 - Than those of age, thy forehead wrapped in clouds, A leafless branch thy sceptre, and thy throne A sliding car, indebted to no wheels, But urged by storms along its slippery way, 1 love thee, all unlovely as thou seem'st, And dreaded as thou art!
Pàgina 195 - Daughters; but by devout prayer to that Eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his Seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases...
Pàgina 155 - Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy ! Still wouldst thou sing, and I have ears in vain — To thy high requiem become a sod.
Pàgina 130 - The One remains, the many change and pass; Heaven's light forever shines, Earth's shadows fly ; Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass, Stains the white radiance of Eternity, Until Death tramples it to fragments.
Pàgina 36 - Love had he found in huts where poor Men lie : His daily Teachers had been Woods and Rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.