Letters to His Family and FriendsMacmillan, 1891 - 396 pàgines |
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Pàgina 100
... continual drinking of know- ledge . I find there is no worthy pursuit but the idea of doing some good for the world - Some do it with their Society - some with their wit - some with their benevol- ence - some with a sort of power of ...
... continual drinking of know- ledge . I find there is no worthy pursuit but the idea of doing some good for the world - Some do it with their Society - some with their wit - some with their benevol- ence - some with a sort of power of ...
Pàgina 101
... continual courtesy between the Heavens and the Earth . The heavens rain down their unwelcomeness , and the Earth sends it up again to be returned to - morrow . Tom has taken a fancy to a physician here , Dr. Turton , and I think is ...
... continual courtesy between the Heavens and the Earth . The heavens rain down their unwelcomeness , and the Earth sends it up again to be returned to - morrow . Tom has taken a fancy to a physician here , Dr. Turton , and I think is ...
Pàgina 132
... continual inquiries from the time we saw his Tomb at Dumfries - his name of course is known all about his great reputation among the plodding people is , " that he wrote a good mony sensible things . " One of the pleasantest means of ...
... continual inquiries from the time we saw his Tomb at Dumfries - his name of course is known all about his great reputation among the plodding people is , " that he wrote a good mony sensible things . " One of the pleasantest means of ...
Pàgina 164
... continual fever . must be poisonous to life , although I feel well . Imagine " the hateful siege of contraries " —if I think of fame , of poetry , it seems a crime to me , and yet I must do so or suffer . I am sorry to give you pain - I ...
... continual fever . must be poisonous to life , although I feel well . Imagine " the hateful siege of contraries " —if I think of fame , of poetry , it seems a crime to me , and yet I must do so or suffer . I am sorry to give you pain - I ...
Pàgina 190
... continual day - the sun ever moving in a circle round above their heads - so pressing upon him that he could not rid him- self of the sensation even in the dark Hold of the Ship . The Esquimaux are described as the most wretched of ...
... continual day - the sun ever moving in a circle round above their heads - so pressing upon him that he could not rid him- self of the sensation even in the dark Hold of the Ship . The Esquimaux are described as the most wretched of ...
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Passatges populars
Pàgina 237 - How charming is divine Philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns.
Pàgina 260 - So let me be thy choir, and make a moan Upon the midnight hours ! Thy voice, thy lute, thy pipe, thy incense sweet From swinged censer teeming : Thy shrine, thy grove, thy oracle, thy heat Of pale-mouth'd prophet dreaming. Yes, I will be thy priest, and build a fane In some untrodden region of my mind...
Pàgina 261 - And in the midst of this wide quietness A rosy sanctuary will I dress With the wreath'd trellis of a working brain, With buds, and bells, and stars without a name, With all the gardener Fancy e'er could feign, Who breeding flowers, will never breed the same: And there shall be for thee all soft delight That shadowy thought can win, A bright torch, and a casement ope at night, To let the warm Love in!
Pàgina 25 - But we are spirits of another sort. I with the morning's love have oft made sport ; And, like a forester, the groves may tread, Even till the eastern gate, all fiery-red, Opening on Neptune with fair blessed beams, Turns into yellow gold his salt green streams.
Pàgina 206 - BARDS of Passion and of Mirth, Ye have left your souls on earth ! Have ye souls in heaven too, Double-lived in regions new ? Yes, and those of heaven commune With the spheres of sun and moon ; With the noise of fountains wondrous, And the parle of voices thund'rous ; With the whisper of heaven's trees...
Pàgina 48 - Dilke on various subjects; several things dove-tailed in my mind, and at once it struck me what quality went to form a Man of Achievement, especially in Literature, and which Shakespeare possessed so enormously — I mean Negative Capability, that is, when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason...
Pàgina 250 - She took me to her elfin grot, And there she wept and sigh'd full sore, And there I shut her wild, wild eyes With kisses four.
Pàgina 168 - The Genius of Poetry must work out its own salvation in a man. It cannot be matured by law and precept, but by sensation and watchfulness in itself. That which is creative must create itself.
Pàgina 184 - A Poet is the most unpoetical of anything in existence because he has no Identity; he is continually in for and filling some other Body. The Sun, the Moon, the Sea and Men and Women who are creatures of impulse are poetical and have about them an unchangeable attribute. The poet has none; no identity. He is certainly the most unpoetical of all God's Creatures.
Pàgina 207 - Tales and golden histories Of heaven and its mysteries. Thus ye live on high, and then On the earth ye live again; And the souls ye left behind you Teach us, here, the way to find you, Where your other souls are joying, Never slumber'd, never cloying.