The Literary History of England in the End of the Eighteenth and Beginning of the Nineteenth Century, Том 3Macmillan and Company, 1882 |
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... period , when as yet there was no fatal step taken , or irrecoverable mistake made , is very remarkable . His letters , which in our opinion are never very attractive , have an air of haste for which there could be no neces- sity , save ...
... period , when as yet there was no fatal step taken , or irrecoverable mistake made , is very remarkable . His letters , which in our opinion are never very attractive , have an air of haste for which there could be no neces- sity , save ...
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... periods is very like Burke's , " he says in a letter to Hodgson . It was the first social success of his life , and soothed and stilled the uneasy sense he seems always to have had of not really belonging to the sphere of which , even ...
... periods is very like Burke's , " he says in a letter to Hodgson . It was the first social success of his life , and soothed and stilled the uneasy sense he seems always to have had of not really belonging to the sphere of which , even ...
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... period of his career ; but the verse with which the poem opens bears very distinct marks of " Thalaba " about it : - " How wonderful is Death ! Death and his brother Sleep- One pale as yonder waning moon With lips of lurid blue ; The ...
... period of his career ; but the verse with which the poem opens bears very distinct marks of " Thalaba " about it : - " How wonderful is Death ! Death and his brother Sleep- One pale as yonder waning moon With lips of lurid blue ; The ...
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... period . He married his poor young wife a second time , in March 1814 , at St. George's , Hanover Square , lest there should be any question of the legality of their Scotch marriage , and in order , it appears , to secure to her quite ...
... period . He married his poor young wife a second time , in March 1814 , at St. George's , Hanover Square , lest there should be any question of the legality of their Scotch marriage , and in order , it appears , to secure to her quite ...
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... period , his mind thrilling with new life and passion . He composed The Dream - that curious picturesque sentimental review of his own life , and in- sinuation of a remote and inadequate cause for all its imperfections - at the same ...
... period , his mind thrilling with new life and passion . He composed The Dream - that curious picturesque sentimental review of his own life , and in- sinuation of a remote and inadequate cause for all its imperfections - at the same ...
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Сторінка 136 - Homer ruled as his demesne : Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold: Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Looked at each other with a wild surmise: Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Сторінка 108 - My soul is an enchanted boat, Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing ; And thine doth like an angel sit Beside the helm conducting it, Whilst all the winds with melody are ringing.
Сторінка 153 - 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...
Сторінка 68 - The sky is changed! - and such a change! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Сторінка 58 - Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again? Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending; I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending; — I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.
Сторінка 266 - With deep affection • And recollection, I often think of Those Shandon bells, "Whose sounds so wild would. In the days of childhood, . . Fling round my cradle Their magic spells. On, this I ponder Where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, Sweet Cork, of thee,— With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand, on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.
Сторінка 66 - Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Сторінка 116 - Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings. We decay Like corpses in a charnel; fear and grief Convulse us and consume us day by day, And cold hopes swarm like worms within our living clay.
Сторінка 235 - Wow strain I can do myself like any now going ; but the exquisite touch which renders ordinary common-place things and characters interesting from the truth of the description and the sentiment is denied to me.
Сторінка 117 - He is made one with Nature : there is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird ; He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own ; Which wields the world with never wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.