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Side viii
... thought the whole detested tribe of critics was in league against his literary success . There were , of course , such admirable personalities as Wordsworth's - for the most part indif- ferent to the strongest torrent of abuse ; and ...
... thought the whole detested tribe of critics was in league against his literary success . There were , of course , such admirable personalities as Wordsworth's - for the most part indif- ferent to the strongest torrent of abuse ; and ...
Side ix
... thought , or , in some cases , pretended to think , of works of poets whom we have since held in honorable esteem . The short notices and the well - known longer re- views are printed entire ; but considerations of space and interest ...
... thought , or , in some cases , pretended to think , of works of poets whom we have since held in honorable esteem . The short notices and the well - known longer re- views are printed entire ; but considerations of space and interest ...
Side xix
... thoughts without prejudice , fear , or affectation ; and strove to forget the author's person , while his works fell under their consideration . They have treated simple dulness as the object of mirth or compassion , according to the ...
... thoughts without prejudice , fear , or affectation ; and strove to forget the author's person , while his works fell under their consideration . They have treated simple dulness as the object of mirth or compassion , according to the ...
Side 2
... thought , or it flies from us ; and , in short , where the Reader must largely partake of the Poet's enthusiasm , in order to taste his beauties . To carry the parallel a little farther ; the Greek Poet wrote in a language the most ...
... thought , or it flies from us ; and , in short , where the Reader must largely partake of the Poet's enthusiasm , in order to taste his beauties . To carry the parallel a little farther ; the Greek Poet wrote in a language the most ...
Side 8
... thought , And the weak soul , within itself unblest , Leans all for pleasure on another's breast.— The mind still turns where shifting fashion draws , Nor weighs the solid worth of self - applause . ' Having then passed through Holland ...
... thought , And the weak soul , within itself unblest , Leans all for pleasure on another's breast.— The mind still turns where shifting fashion draws , Nor weighs the solid worth of self - applause . ' Having then passed through Holland ...
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Early Reviews of English Poets, Ed. with an Introduction by John Louis Haney ... John Louis Haney Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1904 |
Early Reviews of English Poets, Ed. with an Introduction by John Louis Haney ... John Louis Haney Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1904 |
Early Reviews of English Poets, Ed. with an Introduction by John Louis Haney ... John Louis Haney Uten tilgangsbegrensning - 1904 |
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Side 39 - MY heart leaps up when I behold A Rainbow in the sky : So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a Man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die ! The Child is Father of the Man ; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety, TO A BUTTERFLY.
Side 22 - The Moon was at its edge. The thick, black cloud was cleft, and still The Moon was at its side; Like waters shot from some high crag, The lightning fell with never a jag, A river steep and wide. The loud wind never reached the ship, Yet now the ship moved on! Beneath the lightning and the Moon The dead men gave a groan.
Side 207 - Poems, by ST Coleridge. Second edition — to which are now added Poems by Charles Lamb and Charles Lloyd.
Side 6 - Let school-taught pride dissemble all it can, These little things are great to little man ; And wiser he whose sympathetic mind Exults in all the good of all mankind.
Side 52 - And thus the lofty lady spake 'All they who live in the upper sky, Do love you, holy Christabel! And you love them, and for their sake And for the good which me befel, Even I in my degree will try, Fair maiden, to requite you well. But now unrobe yourself; for I Must pray, ere yet in bed I lie.
Side 138 - Made for our searching : yes, in spite of all, Some shape of beauty moves away the pall From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon, Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon For simple sheep ; and such are daffodils With the green world they live in...
Side 43 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised...
Side 43 - 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?
Side 58 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Side 37 - While he was talking thus, the lonely place, The Old Man's shape, and speech, all troubled me : In my mind's eye I seemed to see him pace About the weary moors continually, Wandering about alone and silently. While I these thoughts within myself pursued...