Chambers's Cyclopædia of English Literature, Volume 3J.B. Lippincott Company, 1904 - English literature |
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... words in her diary about the daffodil , as showing how a nature - lover without the ' accomplishment of verse ' can make us conscious of the conscious- ness of a wild - flower . But they were written after Burns , and though they have ...
... words in her diary about the daffodil , as showing how a nature - lover without the ' accomplishment of verse ' can make us conscious of the conscious- ness of a wild - flower . But they were written after Burns , and though they have ...
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... word first came to the poet's mind and suggested the rhyme- words to follow or precede it . It is the witch's maleficent will - power which here dominates the poet's mind as he writes . Therefore we know that he first wrote- Thou ' st ...
... word first came to the poet's mind and suggested the rhyme- words to follow or precede it . It is the witch's maleficent will - power which here dominates the poet's mind as he writes . Therefore we know that he first wrote- Thou ' st ...
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... Words- worth , a good deal of the realistic side of Roman- ticism . But there is no surer sign that his temper was ... word - spinning of writers like Arthur O'Shaughnessy , Philip Bourke Marston , and those called the Pre - Raphaelite ...
... Words- worth , a good deal of the realistic side of Roman- ticism . But there is no surer sign that his temper was ... word - spinning of writers like Arthur O'Shaughnessy , Philip Bourke Marston , and those called the Pre - Raphaelite ...
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... Words- worth ( apart from some extravagances ) was not the prosaic revolutionary prejudice for common things as such , against the noble and magnificent . On the contrary , the loftiness of his poetic thought and the fire of his poetic ...
... Words- worth ( apart from some extravagances ) was not the prosaic revolutionary prejudice for common things as such , against the noble and magnificent . On the contrary , the loftiness of his poetic thought and the fire of his poetic ...
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... words into sublimity . But the author of Michael could also use , in spite of all his prefaces , the language of the courtly schools -'invested with purpureal gleams . ' And no one since Dryden has used the heroic couplet like ...
... words into sublimity . But the author of Michael could also use , in spite of all his prefaces , the language of the courtly schools -'invested with purpureal gleams . ' And no one since Dryden has used the heroic couplet like ...
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Page 428 - The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
Page 427 - Myself when young did eagerly frequent Doctor and Saint, and heard great argument About it and about : but evermore Came out by the same door where in I went...
Page 104 - NIGHTINGALE. MY heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, > Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Page 105 - Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death — 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.
Page 18 - Is lightened: — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Page 105 - As she is fam'd to do, deceiving elf. Adieu! adieu! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hillside; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades: Was it a vision, or a waking dream? Fled is that music: — Do I wake or sleep?
Page 116 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me ; my spirit's bark is driven Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given ; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven ! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar ; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Page 35 - Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my native land ! Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned, As home his footsteps he hath turned From wandering on a foreign strand ! If such there breathe, go, mark him well...
Page 106 - BRIGHT star ! would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night. And watching, with eternal lids apart. Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...
Page 28 - God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.