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Сторінка 111 - Beauty should never be half way, thereby making the reader breathless instead of content ; the rise, the progress, the setting of imagery should like the sun come natural to him — shine over him and set soberly, although in magnificence, leaving him in the Luxury of twilight...
Сторінка 115 - Brawne is beyond everything horrible — the sense of darkness coming over me — I eternally see her figure eternally vanishing. Some of the phrases she was in the habit of using during my last nursing at Wentworth Place ring in my ears. Is there another life ? Shall I awake and find all this a dream ? There must be, we cannot be created for this sort of suffering.
Сторінка 111 - Imagery should, like the sun, come natural to him, shine over him, and set soberly, although in magnificence, leaving him in the luxury of twilight. But it is easier to think what poetry should be, than to write it— And this leads me to Another axiom— That if poetry comes not as naturally as the leaves to a tree, it had better not come at all...
Сторінка 115 - I wish to write on subjects that will not agitate me much. There is one I must mention and have done with it. Even if my body would recover of itself, this would prevent it. The very thing which I want to live most for will be a great occasion of my death.
Сторінка 113 - Chronicle — this is a mere matter of the moment — I think I shall be among the English Poets after my death. Even as a Matter of present interest the attempt to crush me in the Quarterly has only brought me more into notice, and it is a common expression among book men, " I wonder the Quarterly should cut its own throat.
Сторінка 111 - I think poetry should surprise by a fine excess, and not by singularity ; it should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost a remembrance.
Сторінка 473 - What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield: And what is else not to be overcome?