Knight's Quarterly Magazine, Volumen3Knight, 1824 |
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... Southey The Wild Valley Early Recollections Page 1 17 33 • • 44 51 • 60 · 80 • 81 96 97 98 110 111 • 112 117 . 128 . 130 . 143 . 156 164 • • 169 Judas Maccabeus , a Fragment in imitation of Milton Scotch Quadrilles • The Anniversary ...
... Southey The Wild Valley Early Recollections Page 1 17 33 • • 44 51 • 60 · 80 • 81 96 97 98 110 111 • 112 117 . 128 . 130 . 143 . 156 164 • • 169 Judas Maccabeus , a Fragment in imitation of Milton Scotch Quadrilles • The Anniversary ...
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... SOUTHEY . SOUTHEY and Scott are the only great writers of the present day , that have confined themselves in their verses to the fair and direct path of poetry . They have come forward simply , as men moulded and informed like the rest ...
... SOUTHEY . SOUTHEY and Scott are the only great writers of the present day , that have confined themselves in their verses to the fair and direct path of poetry . They have come forward simply , as men moulded and informed like the rest ...
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... Southey to belong . When Mr. Wordsworth presents the public with a volume , he presupposes them to have gone through a certain course of thought and chain of argument , without which his verse is nonsense . When Lord Byron presents us ...
... Southey to belong . When Mr. Wordsworth presents the public with a volume , he presupposes them to have gone through a certain course of thought and chain of argument , without which his verse is nonsense . When Lord Byron presents us ...
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... Southey would be considered the first poet of the age . This is not altogether our opinion ; but we are much mistaken , if it would not be the opinion of Dennis , or of Johnson , were these critics resuscitated . The new or comparative ...
... Southey would be considered the first poet of the age . This is not altogether our opinion ; but we are much mistaken , if it would not be the opinion of Dennis , or of Johnson , were these critics resuscitated . The new or comparative ...
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... Southey's . It is the pure " well of feeling undefiled , " ― the mind of an infant grown , with the maturity of all but disap- pointment about it . It has never been steeped in passion , nor resolved by the alchemy of human life into ...
... Southey's . It is the pure " well of feeling undefiled , " ― the mind of an infant grown , with the maturity of all but disap- pointment about it . It has never been steeped in passion , nor resolved by the alchemy of human life into ...
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Página 38 - Created hugest that swim the ocean stream : Him, haply, slumbering on the Norway foam, The pilot of some small night-foundered skiff Deeming some island, oft, as seamen tell, With fixed anchor in his scaly rind Moors by his side under the lee, while night Invests the sea, and wished morn delays...
Página 191 - Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee! Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night— Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon!
Página 83 - Sorrow is knowledge : they who know the most Must mourn the deepest o'er the fatal truth, The tree of knowledge is not that of life.
Página 189 - SWIFT as a spirit hastening to his task Of glory and of good, the sun sprang forth Rejoicing in his splendour, and the mask Of darkness fell from the awakened Earth. The smokeless altars of the mountain snows Flamed above crimson clouds, and at the birth Of light, the Ocean's orison arose, To which the birds tempered their matin lay.
Página 86 - Slow melting strains their Queen's approach declare : Where'er she turns the Graces homage pay. With arms sublime, that float upon the air, In gliding state she wins her easy way : O'er her warm cheek, and rising bosom, move The bloom of young Desire, and purple light of Love.
Página 190 - I PANT for the music which is divine, My heart in its thirst is a dying flower; Pour forth the sound like enchanted wine, Loosen the notes in a silver shower; Like a herbless plain, for the gentle rain, I gasp, I faint, till they wake again.
Página 190 - SWIFTLY walk over the western wave, Spirit of Night ! Out of the misty eastern cave, Where all the long and lone daylight, Thou wovest dreams of joy and fear, Which make thee terrible and dear, — Swift be thy flight...
Página 191 - The breath of the moist earth is light, Around its unexpanded buds ; Like many a voice of one delight, The winds, the birds, the ocean floods, The City's voice itself is soft like Solitude's.
Página 39 - As when to them who sail Beyond the Cape of Hope, and now are past Mozambic, off at sea north-east winds blow Sabean odours from the spicy shore Of Araby the Blest; with, such delay Well pleased they slack their course, and many a league Cheer'd with the grateful smell old Ocean smiles...
Página 304 - ... to some misshapen idol over the ruined dome of our proudest temple, and shall see a single naked fisherman wash his nets in the river of the ten thousand masts...