Lectures on the English Poets: Delivered at the Surrey InstitutionThomas Dobson and Son, at the Stone house, no. 41, South Second Street. William Fry, printer., 1818 - 331 من الصفحات |
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... calls upon the heavens to avenge his cause , " for they are old like him , " there is nothing extravagant or impious in this sublime identifica- tion of his age with theirs ; for there is no other image which could do justice to the ...
... calls upon the heavens to avenge his cause , " for they are old like him , " there is nothing extravagant or impious in this sublime identifica- tion of his age with theirs ; for there is no other image which could do justice to the ...
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... calls the springs of thought and feeling into play with tenfold force . Impassioned poetry is an emanation of the moral and intellectual part of our nature , as well as of the sensitive - of the desire to know , the will to act , and ...
... calls the springs of thought and feeling into play with tenfold force . Impassioned poetry is an emanation of the moral and intellectual part of our nature , as well as of the sensitive - of the desire to know , the will to act , and ...
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... calls out in extreme anguish , " Ingratitude ! thou marble - hearted fiend , More hideous , when thou show'st thee in a child , Than the sea - monster ! " -the passion of contempt in the one case , of sub- limity in the other , and of ...
... calls out in extreme anguish , " Ingratitude ! thou marble - hearted fiend , More hideous , when thou show'st thee in a child , Than the sea - monster ! " -the passion of contempt in the one case , of sub- limity in the other , and of ...
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... calls upon the attention , by a repetition of blows that have no rebound in them . The sympathy excited is not a voluntary contribution , but a tax . Nothing is unforced and spontaneous . There is a want of elasticity and motion . The ...
... calls upon the attention , by a repetition of blows that have no rebound in them . The sympathy excited is not a voluntary contribution , but a tax . Nothing is unforced and spontaneous . There is a want of elasticity and motion . The ...
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... call . A doughter had he , faire ynough to sight , And Grisildis this yonge maiden hight . But for to speke of vertuous beautee , Than was she on the fairest under Sonne : Ful pourely yfostred up was she : No likerous lust was in hire ...
... call . A doughter had he , faire ynough to sight , And Grisildis this yonge maiden hight . But for to speke of vertuous beautee , Than was she on the fairest under Sonne : Ful pourely yfostred up was she : No likerous lust was in hire ...
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الصفحة 326 - Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother: They parted — ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder A dreary sea now flows between ; — But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
الصفحة 148 - He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.
الصفحة 143 - Tis with our judgments as our watches, none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
الصفحة 227 - Unanxious for ourselves; and only wish, As duteous sons, our fathers were more wise. At thirty man suspects himself a fool ; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan ; At fifty chides his infamous delay, Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve; In all the magnanimity of thought, Resolves, and re-resolves, then dies the same. And why? because he thinks himself immortal. All men think all men mortal, but themselves; Themselves, when some alarming shock of fate Strikes thro...
الصفحة 226 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time ; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
الصفحة 326 - 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.
الصفحة 264 - But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed ; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever ; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place ; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide ; The hour approaches Tarn maun ride ; That hour, o...
الصفحة 130 - Others more mild, Retreated in a silent valley, sing With notes angelical to many a harp Their own heroic deeds and hapless fall By doom of battle ; and complain that fate ' Free virtue should enthrall to force or chance.
الصفحة 114 - I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amorist or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite, nor to be obtained by the invocation of Dame Memory and her siren daughters...
الصفحة 329 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind ; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be ; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering ; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.