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Side x
... imagination not to be impressed by it as by a great melancholy epic . It shows also ( though Bagehot evidently did not perceive it ) that " the fools being in the right " and the intelligent thought of a society wrong half the time ...
... imagination not to be impressed by it as by a great melancholy epic . It shows also ( though Bagehot evidently did not perceive it ) that " the fools being in the right " and the intelligent thought of a society wrong half the time ...
Side xiv
... imagination , -it certainly was not Eng- land in 1800+ . It is hard to believe that Bagehot did not have some intelligible thought in writing this piece of pinchbeck pro- fundity , but I cannot form the least idea what . These of course ...
... imagination , -it certainly was not Eng- land in 1800+ . It is hard to believe that Bagehot did not have some intelligible thought in writing this piece of pinchbeck pro- fundity , but I cannot form the least idea what . These of course ...
Side xxv
... imaginative qualities were even more remarkable than the judgment , and were indeed at the root of all that was strongest in the judgment ; of the gay and dashing humor which was the life of every conversation in which he joined ; and ...
... imaginative qualities were even more remarkable than the judgment , and were indeed at the root of all that was strongest in the judgment ; of the gay and dashing humor which was the life of every conversation in which he joined ; and ...
Side xxvi
... imagination and vivid humor which are so often accused of betraying otherwise sober minds into dangerous aberrations . In him both lucidity and caution were directly traceable to the force of his imagination . - - Walter Bagehot was ...
... imagination and vivid humor which are so often accused of betraying otherwise sober minds into dangerous aberrations . In him both lucidity and caution were directly traceable to the force of his imagination . - - Walter Bagehot was ...
Side xxxiv
... imagination , though I do not think that he was ever at all near conversion . He was intimate with all Dr. Newman's writings ; and of these the Oxford sermons , and the poems in the " Lyra Apostolica " afterwards separately published ...
... imagination , though I do not think that he was ever at all near conversion . He was intimate with all Dr. Newman's writings ; and of these the Oxford sermons , and the poems in the " Lyra Apostolica " afterwards separately published ...
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Side 121 - Like a glow-worm golden In a dell of dew, Scattering unbeholden Its aerial hue Among the flowers and grass which screen it from the view...
Side 120 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. 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 120 - 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 248 - 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 127 - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady ? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit ? ? What struggle to escape ? What pipes and timbrels ? What wild ecstasy...
Side 77 - 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.
Side 217 - 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.
Side 313 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...
Side 130 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild...
Side 106 - He is a portion of the loveliness Which once he made more lovely: he doth bear His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there, All new successions to the forms they wear; Torturing th...