Biographia Literaria, Or, Biographical Sketches of My Literary Life and Opinions, Том 2W. Pickering, 1847 - 804 стор. |
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... things of every day , and to excite a feeling analo- gous to the supernatural , by awakening the mind's attention to the lethargy of custom , and directing it to the loveliness and won- ders of the world before us ; an inexhaustible ...
... things of every day , and to excite a feeling analo- gous to the supernatural , by awakening the mind's attention to the lethargy of custom , and directing it to the loveliness and won- ders of the world before us ; an inexhaustible ...
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... things , which they were for a long time described as being ; had they been really distinguished from the compositions of other poets merely by meanness of language and inanity of thought ; had they obtain for their compositions . To ...
... things , which they were for a long time described as being ; had they been really distinguished from the compositions of other poets merely by meanness of language and inanity of thought ; had they obtain for their compositions . To ...
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... things are not done till nothing but truth and charity is risked in the doing of them ; till the mass of readers are known to be in such a state of mind , that these bold utterances will move them not at all , or only with a pleasurable ...
... things are not done till nothing but truth and charity is risked in the doing of them ; till the mass of readers are known to be in such a state of mind , that these bold utterances will move them not at all , or only with a pleasurable ...
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... things it burns , As we our food into our nature change . From their gross matter she abstracts their forms , And draws a kind of quintessence from things ; Which to her proper nature she transforms To bear them light on her celestial ...
... things it burns , As we our food into our nature change . From their gross matter she abstracts their forms , And draws a kind of quintessence from things ; Which to her proper nature she transforms To bear them light on her celestial ...
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... thing ; presents that and nothing more . You remember the first view he gets of the Hall of Dite ; red pinnacle , red hot cone of iron glowing through the immensity of gloom ; —so vivid , ' so distinct , visible at once and for ever ...
... thing ; presents that and nothing more . You remember the first view he gets of the Hall of Dite ; red pinnacle , red hot cone of iron glowing through the immensity of gloom ; —so vivid , ' so distinct , visible at once and for ever ...
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Сторінка 588 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake, To perish never...
Сторінка 498 - By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Сторінка 459 - No man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher.
Сторінка 587 - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast: Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise...
Сторінка 553 - Joyous as morning Thou art laughing and scorning ; Thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest, And, though little troubled with sloth, Drunken Lark ! thou would'st be loth To be such a traveller as I. Happy, happy Liver, With a soul as strong as a mountain river Pouring out praise to the Almighty Giver...
Сторінка 504 - In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire: These ears alas! for other notes repine; A different object do these eyes require; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire...
Сторінка 457 - Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace...
Сторінка 451 - What is poetry? — is so nearly the same question with, what is a poet? — that the answer to the one is involved in the solution of the other.
Сторінка 443 - 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 588 - Nor man nor boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither ; Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.