Estimations in Criticism, Volum 1A. Melrose, 1908 |
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... soul itself . But considering the idle dreaminess of his youth and manhood , we doubt if Hartley ever got over his preliminary doubts - ever properly grasped the idea of fact and reality . This is not nonsense . If you attend acutely ...
... soul itself . But considering the idle dreaminess of his youth and manhood , we doubt if Hartley ever got over his preliminary doubts - ever properly grasped the idea of fact and reality . This is not nonsense . If you attend acutely ...
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... soul is in a ferment , the character undecided , the way of life uncertain , the ambition thick - sighted ... And particularly in a real poet , where the disturbing influences of passion and fancy are most likely to be in excess , will ...
... soul is in a ferment , the character undecided , the way of life uncertain , the ambition thick - sighted ... And particularly in a real poet , where the disturbing influences of passion and fancy are most likely to be in excess , will ...
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... soul - that these and such as these should be transmitted by material descent , as though they were an accident of the body , the turn of an eyebrow , or the feebleness of a joint , - if this were not obvious , it would be as amazing ...
... soul - that these and such as these should be transmitted by material descent , as though they were an accident of the body , the turn of an eyebrow , or the feebleness of a joint , - if this were not obvious , it would be as amazing ...
Side 20
... souls there are , that breathe and die , Scarce knowing more of nature's potency , Than what they learn from heat , or cold , or rain , The sad vicissitude of weary pain : — For busy man is lord of ear and eye , And what hath nature ...
... souls there are , that breathe and die , Scarce knowing more of nature's potency , Than what they learn from heat , or cold , or rain , The sad vicissitude of weary pain : — For busy man is lord of ear and eye , And what hath nature ...
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... soul itself by itself ' aspiring to view and take account of the particular notes and marks that distinguish it from all other souls . The sense of reality is necessary to excellence ; the poet being himself , speaks like one who has ...
... soul itself by itself ' aspiring to view and take account of the particular notes and marks that distinguish it from all other souls . The sense of reality is necessary to excellence ; the poet being himself , speaks like one who has ...
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abstract artistic beauty believe better breath Brougham Castle called character characteristic charm circumstances common course Cowper criticism deep defect delineation describe doctrine dream English Enoch Arden eternal evil excellence excitement expression fancy father feel genius gentle Goethe Hartley Coleridge heaven human nature idea imagination impulse instinct intellectual kind lady least literary literatesque literature lived Lord melancholy Milton mind moral never object Olney once ornate art pain Paradise Lost passion peculiar Percy Bysshe Shelley perhaps person poems poet poetry pure art pure style reader reality religion remarkable Revolt of Islam Rydal Water S. T. Coleridge scarcely scene seems sense Shakespeare Shelley Shelley's simple singular sonnet sort soul speak spirit strong thee theory things thou thought Tintern Abbey tion truth verse WALTER BAGEHOT whole William Cowper wish words Wordsworth write young youth
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Side 144 - All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Side 36 - Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world Is lightened: — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on,— Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: 319 While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the...
Side 144 - Poetry is not like reasoning, a power to be exerted according to the determination of the will. A man cannot say, " I will compose poetry." The greatest poet even cannot say it; for the mind in creation is as a fading coal, which some invisible influence, like an inconstant wind, awakens to transitory brightness...
Side 237 - Earth has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
Side 271 - And licked the soup from the cook's own ladles, Split open the kegs of salted sprats, Made nests inside men's Sunday hats, And even spoiled the women's chats, By drowning their speaking With shrieking and squeaking In fifty different sharps and flats. At last the people in a body To the Town Hall came flocking:
Side 273 - Beside," quoth the Mayor, with a knowing wink, "Our business was done at the river's brink; We saw with our eyes the vermin sink, And what's dead can't come to life, I think. So, friend, we're not the folks to shrink From the duty of giving you something...
Side 195 - Daughters; but by devout prayer to that Eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his Seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases...
Side 27 - Standing on Earth, not rapt above the pole, More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchanged To hoarse or mute, though fallen on evil days...
Side 45 - Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, We love the play-place of our early days; The scene is touching, and the heart is stone, That feels not at that sight, and feels at none.
Side 36 - Love had he found in huts where poor Men lie : His daily Teachers had been Woods and Rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.