Sketches of the Poetical Literature of the Past Half-century in Six Lectures |
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... stand on one of the summits of the three - peaked hill , as the author of the " Essay on Man " —of the " Windsor Forest ” —of the Epistle of Abelard to Eloïse " —of the " Elegy on an Unfortunate Lady ” —and of " The Messiah " —and as ...
... stand on one of the summits of the three - peaked hill , as the author of the " Essay on Man " —of the " Windsor Forest ” —of the Epistle of Abelard to Eloïse " —of the " Elegy on an Unfortunate Lady ” —and of " The Messiah " —and as ...
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... stand in the same rank with Crabbe . Indeed , it would be difficult to point to any prototype , either as regards his style or his subjects . The nearest approach I have met with to his sententiousness , is in the old , quaint , pointed ...
... stand in the same rank with Crabbe . Indeed , it would be difficult to point to any prototype , either as regards his style or his subjects . The nearest approach I have met with to his sententiousness , is in the old , quaint , pointed ...
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... stands , And reads the milk - maid's fortune in her hands , Tracing the lines of life ; assumed through years , Each feature now the steady falsehood wears . With hard and savage eye she views the food , And grudging pinches their ...
... stands , And reads the milk - maid's fortune in her hands , Tracing the lines of life ; assumed through years , Each feature now the steady falsehood wears . With hard and savage eye she views the food , And grudging pinches their ...
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... stands nearest of all modern writers to Shakspeare and Milton ; and yet in a mind perfectly unborrowed and his own . To employ his own words , which are at once an instance and an illustration , he does , indeed , to all thoughts and to ...
... stands nearest of all modern writers to Shakspeare and Milton ; and yet in a mind perfectly unborrowed and his own . To employ his own words , which are at once an instance and an illustration , he does , indeed , to all thoughts and to ...
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... stands alone and above all , and equal at least to Byron , Wilson , and Cole- ridge , he was the most original - minded man of his age . He had no prototype , unless he seems to have been fore- shadowed by Milton ; but rich as each ...
... stands alone and above all , and equal at least to Byron , Wilson , and Cole- ridge , he was the most original - minded man of his age . He had no prototype , unless he seems to have been fore- shadowed by Milton ; but rich as each ...
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Page 84 - They sin who tell us love can die. ; With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. In Heaven Ambition cannot dwell, Nor Avarice in the vaults of Hell ; Earthly these passions of the Earth, They perish where they have their birth ; But Love is indestructible. Its holy flame for ever burneth, From Heaven it came, to Heaven returneth...
Page 146 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh, The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.
Page 75 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Page 238 - I remember, I remember Where I was used to swing, And thought the air must rush as fresh To swallows on the wing; My spirit flew in feathers then That is so heavy now, And summer pools could hardly cool The fever on my brow. I remember, I remember The fir trees dark and high; I used to think their slender tops Were close against the sky: It was a childish ignorance, But now 'tis little joy To know I'm farther off from- Heaven Than when I was a boy.
Page 54 - There was a roaring in the wind all night; The rain came heavily and fell in floods; But now the sun is rising calm and bright; The birds are singing in the distant woods; Over his own sweet voice the Stock-dove broods; The Jay makes answer as the Magpie chatters; And all the air is filled with pleasant noise of waters.
Page 211 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Page 70 - It was a time of rapture! Clear and loud The village clock tolled six - I wheeled about, Proud and exulting like an untired horse That cares not for his home. All shod with steel, We hissed along the polished ice in games Confederate, imitative of the chase And woodland pleasures, - the resounding horn, The pack loud chiming, and the hunted hare.
Page 269 - Turns the long light that drops adown the wall, Turn the black flies that crawl along the ceiling, All are turning, all the day, and we with all. And all day the iron wheels are droning, And sometimes we could pray, 'O ye wheels' (breaking out in a mad moaning) 'Stop!
Page 70 - And not a voice was idle ; with the din Smitten, the precipices rang aloud ; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron ; while far distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy not unnoticed, while the stars Eastward were sparkling clear, and in the west The orange sky of evening died away.
Page 155 - Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part Of me and of my soul, as I of them ? Is not the love of these deep in my heart With a pure passion?