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already appears Beatrice beauty become believe better born called certainly character Convito Dante Dante's death delight divine doubt edition England English example eyes faith fancy feeling followed genius given gives grace hand heart heaven highest human ideal imagination Inferno interest Italian Italy Keats kind language learned least leaves less light living look lost Masson matter meaning Milton mind moral nature never once original Paradiso passage passion perhaps poem poet poetry political prose Purgatorio reason rest says seems seen sense sometimes soul sound speak Spenser spirit style sure sweet tells things thought tion true truth turn understand verse virtue whole Wordsworth writing written wrote
Сторінка 296 - Him the Almighty Power Hurled headlong flaming from the ethereal sky, With hideous ruin and combustion, down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire, Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms.
Сторінка 275 - Lastly, I should not choose this manner of writing, wherein knowing myself inferior to myself, led by the genial power of nature to another task, I have the use, as I may account, but of my left hand.
Сторінка 314 - 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.
Сторінка 225 - It was published, as an experiment, which, I hoped, might be of some use to ascertain, how far, by fitting to metrical arrangement a selection of the real language of men in a state of vivid sensation...
Сторінка 73 - For the invisible things of him from the creation of the world are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even his eternal power and Godhead : so that they are without excuse. Because that, when they knew God, they glorified him not as God, neither were thankful, but became vain in their imaginations, and their foolish heart was darkened : professing themselves to be wise, they became fools.
Сторінка 300 - THE measure is English heroic verse without rime, as that of Homer in Greek, and of Virgil in Latin, — rime being no necessary adjunct or true ornament of poem or good verse, in longer works especially, but the invention of a barbarous age, to set off wretched matter and lame metre...
Сторінка 145 - Full little knowest thou that hast not tried What hell it is in suing long to bide : To lose good days that might be better spent, To waste long nights in pensive discontent, To speed to-day, to be put back to-morrow, To feed on hope, to pine with fear and sorrow, To have thy prince's grace, yet want her peers...
Сторінка 280 - A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses.