Essays and Sketches of Edmund J. ArmstrongLongmans, Green, 1877 - 306 من الصفحات |
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الصفحة 70
... lines , which are as rich in melody as any that Mr. Tennyson has written- " The moan of doves in immemorial elms , And murmuring of innumerable bees . " Take from Poe's Raven this fine example of onomatopoeia : - " But the silken sad ...
... lines , which are as rich in melody as any that Mr. Tennyson has written- " The moan of doves in immemorial elms , And murmuring of innumerable bees . " Take from Poe's Raven this fine example of onomatopoeia : - " But the silken sad ...
الصفحة 101
... lines of the delineations are precise and distinct ; the men and women stand before us in living flesh and blood ; they are no mere poetical abstractions . Our consciousness of this latter fact is liable to fall into the background ...
... lines of the delineations are precise and distinct ; the men and women stand before us in living flesh and blood ; they are no mere poetical abstractions . Our consciousness of this latter fact is liable to fall into the background ...
الصفحة 126
... lines written above Tintern Abbey ; re- serving The Excursion for the last . And when you have learned to reverence the calm philosophy and dignified utterance of that colossal poem , you will look with a less scornful eye upon the ...
... lines written above Tintern Abbey ; re- serving The Excursion for the last . And when you have learned to reverence the calm philosophy and dignified utterance of that colossal poem , you will look with a less scornful eye upon the ...
الصفحة 127
... line of de- marcation between the class of mind which abstracts itself from its idealizations and that which exhibits alone the shifting kaleidoscope of its own suscep- tibilities . Homer is as different from Anacreon as Chaucer 127.
... line of de- marcation between the class of mind which abstracts itself from its idealizations and that which exhibits alone the shifting kaleidoscope of its own suscep- tibilities . Homer is as different from Anacreon as Chaucer 127.
الصفحة 142
... lines on Mont Blanc and his not less wonderful Hymn to Intellectual Beauty . The former of these poems was conceived among the pine - forests and the glaciers of Chamouni , and is a transcript of the Poet's 142 SHELLEY .
... lines on Mont Blanc and his not less wonderful Hymn to Intellectual Beauty . The former of these poems was conceived among the pine - forests and the glaciers of Chamouni , and is a transcript of the Poet's 142 SHELLEY .
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الصفحة 227 - I had so worked upon my imagination as really to believe that about the whole mansion and domain there hung an atmosphere peculiar to themselves and their immediate vicinity, an atmosphere which had no affinity with the air of heaven, but which had reeked up from the decayed trees, and the gray wall, and the silent tarn, a pestilent and mystic vapor, dull, sluggish, faintly discernible, and leaden-hued.
الصفحة 124 - A SLUMBER did my spirit seal ; •^*- I had no human fears : She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.
الصفحة 218 - All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand — How few ! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep — while I weep ! O God ! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp ? O God ! can I not save] One from the pitiless wave ? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream ? DREAMLAND.
الصفحة 75 - own exceeding great reward;' it has soothed my afflictions; it has multiplied and refined my enjoyments ; it has endeared solitude ; and it has given me the habit of wishing to discover the good and the beautiful in all that meets and surrounds me.
الصفحة 223 - My love, she sleeps! Oh, may her sleep, As it is lasting, so be deep!
الصفحة 63 - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
الصفحة 70 - But the sense of musical delight, with the power of producing it, is a gift of imagination ; and this together with the power of reducing multitude into unity of effect, and modifying a series of thoughts by some one predominant thought or feeling, may be cultivated and improved, but can never be learned. It is in these that
الصفحة 53 - ... would suit him best, but continually shifted, in corkscrew fashion, and kept trying both. A heavy-laden, high-aspiring and surely much-suffering man. His voice, naturally soft and good, had contracted itself into a plaintive snuffle and sing-song; he spoke as if preaching, — you would have said, preaching earnestly and also hopelessly the weightiest things. I still recollect his "object
الصفحة 69 - ... rhythm than was demanded by the thoughts, or permitted by the propriety of preserving a sense of melody predominant. The delight in richness and sweetness of sound, even to a faulty excess, if it be evidently original, and not the result of an easily imitable mechanism, I regard as a highly favourable promise in the compositions of a young man. "The man that hath not music in his soul" can indeed never be a genuine poet.
الصفحة 211 - O, lady bright! can it be right — This window open to the night? The wanton airs, from the tree-top, Laughingly through the lattice drop — The bodiless airs, a wizard rout, Flit through thy chamber in and out, And wave the curtain canopy So fitfully — so fearfully — Above the closed and fringed lid...