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... poet and no French one between 1700 and 1800 need have feared a writ de lunatico inquirendo . They talk , to be sure , of " sacred rages , " but in so decorous a tone that we do not even glance to- wards the tongs . They invoke fire ...
... poet and no French one between 1700 and 1800 need have feared a writ de lunatico inquirendo . They talk , to be sure , of " sacred rages , " but in so decorous a tone that we do not even glance to- wards the tongs . They invoke fire ...
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... poets who had preceded him . It is hard to justify a general impression by con- clusive examples . Two instances will ... poet , especially by the copious felicity of his language and his fine instinct for the energies and harmonies of ...
... poets who had preceded him . It is hard to justify a general impression by con- clusive examples . Two instances will ... poet , especially by the copious felicity of his language and his fine instinct for the energies and harmonies of ...
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... poets have known better than he how to con- jure with vowels , or to beguile the mind into acquiescence through the ... poet with enough energy of imagination to deserve that epithet . But he had taught the trick of cadences that made ...
... poets have known better than he how to con- jure with vowels , or to beguile the mind into acquiescence through the ... poet with enough energy of imagination to deserve that epithet . But he had taught the trick of cadences that made ...
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... poet of Nature in her more do- mestic and familiar moods ; Johnson , whose brawny rectitude of mind more than atones for coarseness of fibre . Toward the middle of the century , also , two books were published which made an epoch in ...
... poet of Nature in her more do- mestic and familiar moods ; Johnson , whose brawny rectitude of mind more than atones for coarseness of fibre . Toward the middle of the century , also , two books were published which made an epoch in ...
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... poet , if ever there was one , for he had pleased both the few and the many . There is a great difference between I could if I would and I would if I could in their effect on the mind . Sainte - Beuve is perhaps partly right , but it ...
... poet , if ever there was one , for he had pleased both the few and the many . There is a great difference between I could if I would and I would if I could in their effect on the mind . Sainte - Beuve is perhaps partly right , but it ...
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Page 182 - What things have we seen Done at the Mermaid ! heard words that have been So nimble, and so full of subtle flame, As if that every one from whence they came Had meant to put his whole wit in a jest, And had resolved to live a fool the rest Of his dull life...
Page 207 - Had fed the feeling of their masters' thoughts, And every sweetness that inspired their hearts, Their minds, and muses on admired themes ; If all the heavenly quintessence they still From their immortal flowers of poesy, Wherein, as in a mirror, we perceive The highest reaches of a human wit ; If these had made one poem's period, And all combined in beauty's worthiness, Yet should there hover in their restless heads One thought, one grace, one wonder, at the least, Which into words no virtue can...
Page 271 - There is no danger to a man, that knows What life and death is : there's not any law Exceeds his knowledge ; neither is it lawful That he should stoop to any other law : He goes before them, and commands them all, That to himself is a law rational.
Page 187 - Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee ; When thou art old there's grief enough for thee.
Page 211 - The reluctant pangs of abdicating royalty in Edward furnished hints, which Shakspeare scarcely improved in his Richard the Second ; and the death-scene of Marlowe's king moves pity and terror beyond any scene, ancient or modern, with which I am acquainted.
Page 222 - I'll have them fly to India for gold, Ransack the ocean for orient pearl, And search all corners of the new-found world For pleasant fruits and princely delicates; I'll have them read me strange philosophy And tell the secrets of all foreign kings...
Page 88 - But the Nightingale, another of my airy creatures, breathes such sweet loud music out of her little instrumental throat, that it might make mankind to think miracles are not ceased. He that at midnight, when the very labourer sleeps securely, should hear, as I have very often, the clear airs, the sweet descants, the natural rising and falling, the doubling and redoubling of her voice, might well be lifted above earth, and say...
Page 293 - Sidney's sister, Pembroke's mother. Death, ere thou hast slain another Fair and learn'd and good as she, Time shall throw a dart at thee.
Page 312 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet, oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Page 42 - And in my breast the imperfect joys expire; Yet Morning smiles the busy race to cheer, And new-born pleasure brings to happier men; The fields to all their wonted tribute bear; To warm their little loves the birds complain. I fruitless mourn to him that cannot hear And weep the more because I weep in vain.