Estimations in Criticism, Volumen1A. Melrose, 1908 |
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... telling . In the very earliest childhood he had conceived a complete outline of a country like England , whereof he was king himself , and in which there were many wars , and rumours of wars , and foreign relations and statesmen , and ...
... telling . In the very earliest childhood he had conceived a complete outline of a country like England , whereof he was king himself , and in which there were many wars , and rumours of wars , and foreign relations and statesmen , and ...
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... tell a story of his metaphysical questioning . When he was about five years old , he was asked , doubtless by the paternal metaphysician , some question as to why he was called Hartley . ' Which Hartley ? ' replied the boy . ' Why , is ...
... tell a story of his metaphysical questioning . When he was about five years old , he was asked , doubtless by the paternal metaphysician , some question as to why he was called Hartley . ' Which Hartley ? ' replied the boy . ' Why , is ...
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... tell of the inhabitants of the sun and moon ? It is indeed a very overpower- ing thought , that we hold intercourse with creatures who are as much strangers to us , as mysterious as if they were the fabulous , unearthly beings , more ...
... tell of the inhabitants of the sun and moon ? It is indeed a very overpower- ing thought , that we hold intercourse with creatures who are as much strangers to us , as mysterious as if they were the fabulous , unearthly beings , more ...
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... tell of all that time . He died on the 6th of January 1849 , and was buried in Grasmere churchyard - the quietest place in England , by the yews , ' as Arnold says , that Wordsworth planted , the Rotha with its big silent pools passing ...
... tell of all that time . He died on the 6th of January 1849 , and was buried in Grasmere churchyard - the quietest place in England , by the yews , ' as Arnold says , that Wordsworth planted , the Rotha with its big silent pools passing ...
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... telling of the old tale - a new idealisation of the legendary tradition . This is the age of dramatic art , when men wonder at the big characters of old , as schoolboys at the words of Æschylus , and try to find in their own breasts 24 ...
... telling of the old tale - a new idealisation of the legendary tradition . This is the age of dramatic art , when men wonder at the big characters of old , as schoolboys at the words of Æschylus , and try to find in their own breasts 24 ...
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Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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!
Página 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:
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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...
Página 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.
Página 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.