Lectures on the British Poets, Volume 2J.B. Lippincott & Company, 1860 - English poetry |
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... feeling , expressed , not after the lapse of years , but promptly , at the time , was Cowper . He revolted especially at Johnson's treatment of Milton , and expresses a meek man's warmest indignation at the critic's injustice . It is in ...
... feeling , expressed , not after the lapse of years , but promptly , at the time , was Cowper . He revolted especially at Johnson's treatment of Milton , and expresses a meek man's warmest indignation at the critic's injustice . It is in ...
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... his exceeding great reward , he was bitter and bigoted in his judgments and rugged in his feelings . What is the entire warp and woof of Boswell's curious biography of him but a tissue of unbroken dogmatism ? Perhaps there.
... his exceeding great reward , he was bitter and bigoted in his judgments and rugged in his feelings . What is the entire warp and woof of Boswell's curious biography of him but a tissue of unbroken dogmatism ? Perhaps there.
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... feeling for true poetry in the public mind . The traditionary minstrelsy , ancient bal- lads , and historical songs were collected , restored , and remodelled , and thus redeemed from their obscurity . It was a poetry which , to its own ...
... feeling for true poetry in the public mind . The traditionary minstrelsy , ancient bal- lads , and historical songs were collected , restored , and remodelled , and thus redeemed from their obscurity . It was a poetry which , to its own ...
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... feelings . The Church of Scotland was divided into two ecclesiasti- cal parties , who were waging against each other a warfare of words the bitterness of which spread from the manse to the cottage ; and , as Burns said , polemical ...
... feelings . The Church of Scotland was divided into two ecclesiasti- cal parties , who were waging against each other a warfare of words the bitterness of which spread from the manse to the cottage ; and , as Burns said , polemical ...
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... feeling of nationality on the subject of Scotch drink , and to give a poetic dignity to distilled liquors . The spirit of Pindar's first Olympic ode - the praise of water and the panegyric on the Sicilian ring— breathes in Burns's ...
... feeling of nationality on the subject of Scotch drink , and to give a poetic dignity to distilled liquors . The spirit of Pindar's first Olympic ode - the praise of water and the panegyric on the Sicilian ring— breathes in Burns's ...
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admirable Ancient Mariner auld bard beautiful beneath bonny Dundee bright Burns Byron's character Charles Lamb child Christabel Christie's Coleridge's criticism dark dead dear deep delight descriptive poetry early earth Edmund Spenser English poetry ENGLISH SONNETS faith fame fancy feeling frae French Revolution genius gentle glory happy HARTLEY COLERIDGE hath heart heaven honour human imagination Johnson language lecture light literary literature living look Lord love of nature lyrical poetry melody memory Milton mind minstrelsy moral never night o'er pass passage passion Petrarch POEMS OF HARTLEY poet poet's poetic Pope prose reader Revolution Samuel Taylor Coleridge Scott's Scottish sense sentiment Shakspeare song soul sound Southey Southey's Spenser spirit stanzas strain strong sweet sympathy Tam O'Shanter Thalaba thee thing thou thought tion true truth uttered verse voice Wat Tyler waves wild words Wordsworth's youth
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Page 260 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration ; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity ; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea. Listen ! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder — everlastingly.
Page 122 - 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.
Page 192 - I see before me the Gladiator lie : He leans upon his hand — his manly brow Consents to death, but conquers agony, And his drooped head sinks gradually low — And through his side the last drops, ebbing slow From the red gash, fall heavy, one by one, Like the first of a thunder-shower ; and now The arena swims aronnd him — he is gone, Ere ceased the inhuman shout which hailed the wretch who won.
Page 114 - I looked upon the rotting sea, And drew my eyes away; I looked upon the rotting deck, And there the dead men lay. I...
Page 120 - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Page 283 - Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, Whether the summer clothe the general earth With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch Of mossy apple-tree, while the...
Page 195 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Page 215 - tis her privilege, Through all the years of this our life, to lead From joy to joy ; for she can so inform The mind that is within us, so impress With quietness and beauty, and so feed With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all The dreary intercourse of daily life, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Our cheerful faith that all which we behold Is full of blessings.
Page 219 - Paradise, and groves Elysian, Fortunate Fields — like those of old Sought in the Atlantic Main — why should they be A history only of departed things, Or a mere fiction of what never was ? For the discerning intellect of Man, When wedded to this goodly universe In love and holy passion, shall find these A simple produce of the common day.
Page 115 - The moving Moon went up the sky, And nowhere did abide; Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside...