The Quarterly Review, Том 117John Murray, 1865 |
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... once to sum up our impres- sion of his genius — the gift of imaginative intensity . 6 Returning to the narrative of Blake's youth , Mr. Gilchrist tells a story that he visited Reynolds , and received from him the advice to work with ...
... once to sum up our impres- sion of his genius — the gift of imaginative intensity . 6 Returning to the narrative of Blake's youth , Mr. Gilchrist tells a story that he visited Reynolds , and received from him the advice to work with ...
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... once his own fixed purpose of following nature , and the things of this world . He who has the one , must neglect the other . ' In the spirit of this creed it was that Blake lived . His unconscious adoption of it is one of the many ...
... once his own fixed purpose of following nature , and the things of this world . He who has the one , must neglect the other . ' In the spirit of this creed it was that Blake lived . His unconscious adoption of it is one of the many ...
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... once did something to rescue Blake from utter poverty , and gave occasion to the production of one of his best and sanest works . For this service we are so grateful to Cromek , that we would wish that the little disputes which arose ...
... once did something to rescue Blake from utter poverty , and gave occasion to the production of one of his best and sanest works . For this service we are so grateful to Cromek , that we would wish that the little disputes which arose ...
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... once a poem , which , by its infinite spi- ritual suggestiveness , exactly suited Blake's best genius , and by its definite images , perhaps in part by the very sacredness of its text , confined that genius within rational limits . That ...
... once a poem , which , by its infinite spi- ritual suggestiveness , exactly suited Blake's best genius , and by its definite images , perhaps in part by the very sacredness of its text , confined that genius within rational limits . That ...
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... once , a cultivated stranger was showing him the first number of ' The Mechanic's Magazine . ' ' Ah , Sir , ' remarked Blake , with bland emphasis , these things we artists HATE ! ' ( Life , p . 328 ) . This hatred to the mechanical he ...
... once , a cultivated stranger was showing him the first number of ' The Mechanic's Magazine . ' ' Ah , Sir , ' remarked Blake , with bland emphasis , these things we artists HATE ! ' ( Life , p . 328 ) . This hatred to the mechanical he ...
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Сторінка 26 - I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?
Сторінка 26 - I hear! —But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
Сторінка 9 - Whether in Heaven ye wander fair, Or the green corners of the earth, Or the blue regions of the air Where the melodious winds have birth...
Сторінка 11 - SONG WHEN the voices of children are heard on the green And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast, And everything else is still. Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down, And the dews of the night arise; Come, come, leave off play, and let us away Till the morning appears in the skies.
Сторінка 217 - Sweet, so would I : Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say — good night, 'till it be morrow. [Exit. Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast ! — 'Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest ! Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell; His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.
Сторінка 454 - Pagan has been dead many a day ; and as for the other, though he be yet alive, he is, by reason of age, and also of the many shrewd brushes that he met with in his younger days, grown so crazy and stiff in his joints that he can now do little more than sit in his cave's mouth, grinning at pilgrims as they go by, and biting his nails because he cannot come at them.
Сторінка 9 - ... fair, Or the green corners of the earth, Or the blue regions of the air Where the melodious winds have birth; Whether on crystal rocks ye rove, Beneath the bosom of the sea, Wandering in many a coral grove; Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry; How have you left the ancient love That bards of old enjoyed in you! The languid strings do scarcely move, The sound is forced, the notes are few.
Сторінка 452 - ... unfeigned assent and consent to the use of all things in the said book contained and prescribed, in these words and no other : — " I, AB, do here declare my unfeigned assent and consent to all and everything contained and prescribed in and by the book intituled the Book of Common Prayer...
Сторінка 12 - I HAVE no name ; I am but two days old.' What shall I call thee? ' I happy am, Joy is my name.' Sweet joy befall thee ! Pretty joy ! Sweet joy, but two days old.
Сторінка 23 - When the Sun rises, do you not see a round disk of fire somewhat "like a Guinea?" O no, no, I see an Innumerable company of the Heavenly host crying 'Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God Almighty.