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 strán (strany) |
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Strana 302
... Lord Byron ( judging from the tone of his writings ) might be thought to have suffered too much to be a truly great poet . If Mr. Moore lays himself too open to all the various impulses of things , the outward shows of earth and sky ...
... Lord Byron ( judging from the tone of his writings ) might be thought to have suffered too much to be a truly great poet . If Mr. Moore lays himself too open to all the various impulses of things , the outward shows of earth and sky ...
Strana 303
... Lord Byron's poetry is as morbid as Mr. Moore's is careless and dissipated . He has more depth of passion , more force and impetuosity , but the pas- sion is always of the same unaccountable character , at once violent and sullen ...
... Lord Byron's poetry is as morbid as Mr. Moore's is careless and dissipated . He has more depth of passion , more force and impetuosity , but the pas- sion is always of the same unaccountable character , at once violent and sullen ...
Strana 304
... Lord Byron's writings . Yet he has beauty with his strength , tenderness sometimes joined with the phrenzy of despair . A flash of golden light sometimes follows from a stroke of his pencil , like a falling meteor . The flowers that ...
... Lord Byron's writings . Yet he has beauty with his strength , tenderness sometimes joined with the phrenzy of despair . A flash of golden light sometimes follows from a stroke of his pencil , like a falling meteor . The flowers that ...
Strana 305
... Lord- ship's Muse , to play what stop she pleases on . Why should Lord Byron now laud him to the skies in the hour of his success , and then peevishly wreak his disappointment on the god of his idola- try ? The man he writes of does not ...
... Lord- ship's Muse , to play what stop she pleases on . Why should Lord Byron now laud him to the skies in the hour of his success , and then peevishly wreak his disappointment on the god of his idola- try ? The man he writes of does not ...
Strana 307
... Lord Byron in intense passion , to Moore in delightful fancy , to Mr. Wordsworth in profound sentiment : but he has more picturesque power than any of them ; that is , he places the objects themselves , about which they might feel and ...
... Lord Byron in intense passion , to Moore in delightful fancy , to Mr. Wordsworth in profound sentiment : but he has more picturesque power than any of them ; that is , he places the objects themselves , about which they might feel and ...
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Strana 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.
Strana 148 - He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.
Strana 143 - Tis with our judgments as our watches, none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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.
Strana 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...
Strana 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.