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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... lines of ten syllables , with like endings : but wherever there is a sense of beauty , or power , or harmony , as in the motion of a wave of the sea , in the growth of a flower that " spreads its sweet leaves to the air , and dedicates ...
... lines of ten syllables , with like endings : but wherever there is a sense of beauty , or power , or harmony , as in the motion of a wave of the sea , in the growth of a flower that " spreads its sweet leaves to the air , and dedicates ...
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... line , " But there where I had garner'd up my heart , To be discarded thence ! " . This is like that fine stroke of pathos in the Para- dise Lost , where Milton makes Adam say to Eve , " Should God create another Eve , and I Another rib ...
... line , " But there where I had garner'd up my heart , To be discarded thence ! " . This is like that fine stroke of pathos in the Para- dise Lost , where Milton makes Adam say to Eve , " Should God create another Eve , and I Another rib ...
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... has told us his idea of poetry in a single line- " Thoughts that voluntary move Harmonious numbers . " As there are certain sounds that excite certain motions , and the song and dance go together , 22 ON POETRY IN GENERAL .
... has told us his idea of poetry in a single line- " Thoughts that voluntary move Harmonious numbers . " As there are certain sounds that excite certain motions , and the song and dance go together , 22 ON POETRY IN GENERAL .
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... lines into each other . It is to supply the inherent defect of harmony in the customary mechanism of language , to make the sound an echo to the sense , when the sense becomes a sort of echo to itself to mingle the tide of verse , " the ...
... lines into each other . It is to supply the inherent defect of harmony in the customary mechanism of language , to make the sound an echo to the sense , when the sense becomes a sort of echo to itself to mingle the tide of verse , " the ...
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... lines of poetry are the well- known ones which tell the number of days in the months of the year . " Thirty days hath September , " & c . But if the jingle of names assists the memory , may it not also quicken the fancy ? and there are ...
... lines of poetry are the well- known ones which tell the number of days in the months of the year . " Thirty days hath September , " & c . But if the jingle of names assists the memory , may it not also quicken the fancy ? and there are ...
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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.