The Beauties of Modern Literature, in Verse and Prose: To which is Prefixed, a Preliminary View of the Literature of the AgeThe preliminary view is chiefly a comparison of classical and romantic poetry. |
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... lost in spirit , invention , and that poetic enthusiasm which gives to poetry all its living and animating charms , what they gained in accuracy and method , is a position which , whatever may be our own opinion , we know few writers of ...
... lost in spirit , invention , and that poetic enthusiasm which gives to poetry all its living and animating charms , what they gained in accuracy and method , is a position which , whatever may be our own opinion , we know few writers of ...
Page xvi
... Lost and Re- gained , his Allegro and Penseroso , & c . are the pure offspring of imagination , and require not the sym- pathies of the heart to perceive their beauties . They entirely address themselves to the understanding and ...
... Lost and Re- gained , his Allegro and Penseroso , & c . are the pure offspring of imagination , and require not the sym- pathies of the heart to perceive their beauties . They entirely address themselves to the understanding and ...
Page xviii
... lost ; çan never awaken in us that instant and electric fire which carries us impetuously and irresistibly forward , when roused by the inspiring strain of the patriot bard , as is evident , from comparing the emotions felt in perusing ...
... lost ; çan never awaken in us that instant and electric fire which carries us impetuously and irresistibly forward , when roused by the inspiring strain of the patriot bard , as is evident , from comparing the emotions felt in perusing ...
Page xli
... lost man ; what a boast it must be to see the gasp and gurgling " of thy lips . For our parts , instead of boasting of it , we should turn with disgust from the scene ; and yet , you imagine it would be a glorious sight for the sun to ...
... lost man ; what a boast it must be to see the gasp and gurgling " of thy lips . For our parts , instead of boasting of it , we should turn with disgust from the scene ; and yet , you imagine it would be a glorious sight for the sun to ...
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... lost , extinguish'd in ! " We know , " says a critic , commenting on this pas- sage , " that the feelings of the true poet are ever varying with its subject . " We acknowledge the truth of the observation ; but , adds the critic , " yet ...
... lost , extinguish'd in ! " We know , " says a critic , commenting on this pas- sage , " that the feelings of the true poet are ever varying with its subject . " We acknowledge the truth of the observation ; but , adds the critic , " yet ...
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Page xviii - Revenge, revenge, Timotheus cries, See the Furies arise! See the snakes that they rear How they hiss in their hair, And the sparkles that flash from their eyes!
Page xviii - Now strike the golden lyre again: A louder yet, and yet a louder strain ! Break his bands of sleep asunder And rouse him like a rattling peal of thunder. Hark, hark ! the horrid sound Has raised up his head : As awaked from the dead, And amazed he stares around. Revenge, revenge...
Page 245 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O no ; it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests, and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
Page 128 - ALL worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, The Sun himself must die, Before this mortal shall assume Its immortality ! I saw a vision in my sleep, That gave my spirit strength to sweep Adown the gulf of Time ! I...
Page 480 - I have lived long enough : my way of life Is fall'n into the sear, the yellow leaf; And that which should accompany old age, As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends...
Page 130 - I am weary in yon skies To watch thy fading fire; Test of all sumless agonies, Behold not me expire. My lips, that speak thy dirge of death, — Their rounded gasp and gurgling breath To see thou shalt not boast. The eclipse of Nature spreads my pall, The majesty of darkness shall Receive my parting ghost!
Page 129 - Tis mercy bids thee go : For thou ten thousand thousand years Hast seen the tide of human tears, That shall no longer flow.
Page 245 - O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Page 50 - The lark, his lay who thrill'd all day, Sits hush'd his partner nigh ; Breeze, bird, and flower, confess the hour, But where is County Guy ? " The village maid steals through the shade, Her shepherd's suit to hear ; To beauty shy, by lattice high, Sings high-born Cavalier.
Page xxix - Humble and rustic life was generally chosen because in that condition the essential passions of the heart find a better soil in which they can attain their maturity, are less under restraint, and speak a plainer and more emphatic language...