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... forlorn of meaning , and around him he beheld the living traces and the sky -
pointing proportions of the mighty Panbut poetry redeemed him from this spectral
philosophy , and he bathed his heart in beauty , and gazed at the golden light of ...
... forlorn of meaning , and around him he beheld the living traces and the sky -
pointing proportions of the mighty Panbut poetry redeemed him from this spectral
philosophy , and he bathed his heart in beauty , and gazed at the golden light of ...
Сторінка 127
... true poetry that lifts the mind from the ground of reality to a higher sphere , that
penetrates the inert , scattered , incoherent materials presented to it , and by a
force and inspiration of its own , melts and moulds them into sublimity and beauty
.
... true poetry that lifts the mind from the ground of reality to a higher sphere , that
penetrates the inert , scattered , incoherent materials presented to it , and by a
force and inspiration of its own , melts and moulds them into sublimity and beauty
.
Сторінка 360
It appears to us like the ecstatic union of natural beauty and poetic fancy , and in
its playful sublimity resembles the azure canopy mirrored in the smiling waters ,
bright , liquid , serene , heavenly ! A great outcry , we know , has prevailed for ...
It appears to us like the ecstatic union of natural beauty and poetic fancy , and in
its playful sublimity resembles the azure canopy mirrored in the smiling waters ,
bright , liquid , serene , heavenly ! A great outcry , we know , has prevailed for ...
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All this while he dedicates successive volumes to rising generations of noble
patrons ; and while he desolates a line of coast with sterile , blighting lines , the
only leaf of his books where honour , beauty , worth , or pleasure bloom , is that ...
All this while he dedicates successive volumes to rising generations of noble
patrons ; and while he desolates a line of coast with sterile , blighting lines , the
only leaf of his books where honour , beauty , worth , or pleasure bloom , is that ...
Сторінка 381
His verse droops and languishes under a load of beauty , like a bough laden with
fruit . His gorgeous style is like “ another morn risen on mid - noon . ” There is no
passage that is not made up of blushing lines , no line that is not enriched with ...
His verse droops and languishes under a load of beauty , like a bough laden with
fruit . His gorgeous style is like “ another morn risen on mid - noon . ” There is no
passage that is not made up of blushing lines , no line that is not enriched with ...
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Сторінка 363 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds rolling dun, Where furious Frank, and fiery Hun, Shout in their sulph'rous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry ! Few, few, shall part where many meet ! The snow shall be their winding-sheet, And every turf beneath their feet Shall be a soldier's sepulchre.
Сторінка 143 - Here lies our good Edmund, whose genius was such, We scarcely can praise it, or blame it too much; Who, born for the universe, narrow'd his mind, And to party gave up what was meant for mankind.
Сторінка 362 - ON Linden, when the sun was low, All bloodless lay the untrodden snow, And dark as winter was the flow Of Iser, rolling rapidly. But Linden saw another sight, When the drum beat, at dead of night, Commanding fires of death to light The darkness of her scenery.
Сторінка 58 - That which is now a horse, even with a thought The rack dislimns, and makes it indistinct As water is in water.
Сторінка 398 - High birth, vigour of bone, desert in service, Love, friendship, charity, are subjects all To envious and calumniating time. One touch of nature makes the whole world kin, That all with one consent praise new-born gawds, Though they are made and moulded of things past, And give to dust that is a little gilt More laud than gilt o'er-dusted.
Сторінка 262 - Out went the taper as she hurried in ; Its little smoke, in pallid moonshine, died: She closed the door, she panted, all akin To spirits of the air, and visions wide : No uttered syllable, or, woe betide...
Сторінка 70 - Diminished shrunk from the more withering scene ! Ah Bard tremendous in sublimity ! Could I behold thee in thy loftier mood Wandering at eve with finely frenzied eye Beneath some vast old tempest-swinging wood ! Awhile with mute awe gazing I would brood : Then weep aloud in a wild ecstasy ! LINES COMPOSED WHILE CLIMBING THE LEFT ASCENT OF BROCKLEY COOMB, SOMERSETSHIRE, MAY, 1795.
Сторінка 382 - Now, upon SYRIA'S land of roses Softly the light of eve reposes, And, like a glory, the broad sun Hangs over sainted LEBANON ; Whose head in wintry grandeur towers, And whitens with eternal sleet, While summer, in a vale of flowers, Is sleeping rosy at his feet.
Сторінка 191 - The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself; * Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like the baseless fabric of a vision, Leave not a wreck behind.
Сторінка 262 - But to her heart, her heart was voluble, Paining with eloquence her balmy side; As though a tongueless nightingale should swell Her throat in vain, and die, heart-stifled, in her dell.
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| Назва | The Spirit of the Age: Or, Contemporary Portraits ..., Том 1 |
| Автор | William Hazlitt |
| Видання | 2 |
| Видавець | H. Colburn, 1825 |
| Оригінал із | Мічиганський університет |
| Оцифровано | 15 трав. 2008 |
| Обсяг | 424 стор. |
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