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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... Turns them to shape , and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name . Such tricks hath strong imagination . " If poetry is a dream , the business of life is much the same . If it is a fiction , made up of what we wish things ...
... Turns them to shape , and gives to airy nothing A local habitation and a name . Such tricks hath strong imagination . " If poetry is a dream , the business of life is much the same . If it is a fiction , made up of what we wish things ...
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... turning them to shape , gives a kind of relief to the indistinct and importunate cravings of the will . We do not wish the thing to be so ; but we wish it to appear what it is . For knowledge is conscious power ; and the mind is no ...
... turning them to shape , gives a kind of relief to the indistinct and importunate cravings of the will . We do not wish the thing to be so ; but we wish it to appear what it is . For knowledge is conscious power ; and the mind is no ...
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... turn to the east or the west , we cannot escape from it . " Man is thus aggrandised in the image of his Maker . The history of the patriarchs is of this kind ; they are founders of a chosen race of people , the inheritors of the earth ...
... turn to the east or the west , we cannot escape from it . " Man is thus aggrandised in the image of his Maker . The history of the patriarchs is of this kind ; they are founders of a chosen race of people , the inheritors of the earth ...
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... turn of Chaucer's mind and the restless impatience of his character , and the tone of his writings . Yet it would be too much to attribute the one to the other as cause and effect : for Spenser , whose poetical temperament was as ...
... turn of Chaucer's mind and the restless impatience of his character , and the tone of his writings . Yet it would be too much to attribute the one to the other as cause and effect : for Spenser , whose poetical temperament was as ...
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... turn , in proof of this , to the Cave of Despair , or the Cave of Mammon , or to the account of the change of Malbecco into Jealousy . The follow- ing stanzas , in the description of the Cave of Mammon , the grisly house of Plutus , are ...
... turn , in proof of this , to the Cave of Despair , or the Cave of Mammon , or to the account of the change of Malbecco into Jealousy . The follow- ing stanzas , in the description of the Cave of Mammon , the grisly house of Plutus , 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.