Evenings in ArcadiaJohn Dennis E. Moxon, 1865 - 321 стор. |
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... noble and chivalric , could have painted such a series of pictures , as those which still preserve all the freshness of their first colouring in the pages of the " Faerie Queene ? " What spirit , save one that was intensely imbued with ...
... noble and chivalric , could have painted such a series of pictures , as those which still preserve all the freshness of their first colouring in the pages of the " Faerie Queene ? " What spirit , save one that was intensely imbued with ...
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... noble uses , that it is difficult to praise him without falling into his own fault of diffuse- ness . No critic - not even Wilson in his marvellous papers , has rendered full justice to Spenser's wonderful powers . Call him the most ...
... noble uses , that it is difficult to praise him without falling into his own fault of diffuse- ness . No critic - not even Wilson in his marvellous papers , has rendered full justice to Spenser's wonderful powers . Call him the most ...
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... noble poet . In this hasty , restless age his great poem does not meet with half the praise it merits . Every long poem is considered tedious ; every imaginative work that requires earnest study , in order that it may be understood and ...
... noble poet . In this hasty , restless age his great poem does not meet with half the praise it merits . Every long poem is considered tedious ; every imaginative work that requires earnest study , in order that it may be understood and ...
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... noble- ness ever lives and beats in it . With all its unworldliness , too , it breathes throughout a thoughtful wisdom , which looks deep even into human things , and oftenest sad and pitying , is yet also sometimes stern . " This is ...
... noble- ness ever lives and beats in it . With all its unworldliness , too , it breathes throughout a thoughtful wisdom , which looks deep even into human things , and oftenest sad and pitying , is yet also sometimes stern . " This is ...
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... noble , tolerant , Christian spirit that breathes through them , the loveliness of God's world , or at any rate of English earth , appears to colour every scene , and to affect almost every character . HARTLEY . And no doubt he will be ...
... noble , tolerant , Christian spirit that breathes through them , the loveliness of God's world , or at any rate of English earth , appears to colour every scene , and to affect almost every character . HARTLEY . And no doubt he will be ...
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admire Ambrose Philips assertions Aurora Leigh beauty better Browning Browning's charm Chaucer Cowper Crabbe criticism cuckoo delight doth eclogues Edwin Morris English expression exquisite Faerie Queene fame fancy favourite feeling flocks flowers genius give green happy HARTLEY hath heart hills honour imagination immortal song Jeremy Taylor Johnson labour language Leigh Hunt Let me read lines living look Lycidas Milton mind nature Nature's never night noble o'er Paradise Lost passage passion pastoral perhaps pleasure poem poet poet's poetical Pope popular praise prove remember rural poetry rustic scarcely scene Sche shade Shakspeare shepherd sing sometimes song sorrow Southey Spenser spirit STANLEY stream style sublime summer sweet TALBOT Task taste tender Tennyson thee Thomson thou thought true truth uncon verse volume wild wise woods words Wordsworth write
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Сторінка 40 - tis the mind that makes the body rich ; And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, So honour peereth in the meanest habit. What, is the jay more precious than the lark. Because his feathers are more beautiful ? Or is the adder better than the eel, Because his painted skin contents the eye ?
Сторінка 125 - strains of martial music, Their mighty thoughts suggest Life's endless toil and endeavour ; And to-night I long for rest. " Read from some humbler poet, Whose songs gushed from his heart As showers from the clouds of summer Or tears from the eyelids start. " Who through long days of labour, And nights devoid of ease, Still heard in his
Сторінка 45 - heav"d forth such groans, That their discharge did stretch his leathern coat Almost to bursting ; and the big round tears Cours'd one another down his innocent nose In piteous chase ; and thus the hairy fool, Much marked of the melancholy Jaques, Stood on the extremest verge of the swift brook. Augmenting it with tears.
Сторінка 56 - claim the same praise for Glo'ster's opening speech:— " Now is the winter of our discontent Made glorious summer by this sun of York, And all the clouds that lowr"d upon our house In the deep bosom of the ocean buried." And now, having run through more than twenty of
Сторінка 116 - One word more and I have done. Johnson asks, " What image of tenderness can be excited by these lines ?— " ' We drove a-field, and both together heard, What time the grey fly winds her sultry horn, Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night
Сторінка 51 - Forgot your oath to us at Doncaster ; And being fed by us, you used us so As that ungentle gull the cuckoo's bird Useth the sparrow; did oppress our nest; Grew by our feeding to so great a bulk, That even our love durst not come near your sight, For fear of swallowing.
Сторінка 53 - surveys The singing masons building roofs of gold ; The civil citizens kneading up the honey ; The poor mechanic porters crowding in Their heavy burdens at his narrow gate ; The sad-eyM justice, with his surly hum, Delivering o'er to executors
Сторінка 35 - When shepherds pipe on oaten straws, And merry larks are ploughmen's clocks ; When turtles tread, and rooks and daws, And maidens bleach their summer smocks, The cuckoo, then, on every tree, Mocks married men, for thus sings he, Cuckoo;
Сторінка 48 - take The winds of March with beauty ; violets, dim, But sweeter than the lids of Juno's eyes, Or Cytherea's breath ; pale primroses, That die unmarried, ere they can behold Bright Phoebus in bis
Сторінка 230 - like a flock of sheep— I heard the murmur, and the murmuring sound, In that sweet mood when pleasure loves to pay Tribute to ease; and of its joy secure, The heart luxuriates with indifferent things, Wasting its kindliness on stocks and stones, And on the vacant air. Then up I rose, And