The Life and Letters of James Gates PercivalTicknor & Fields, 1866 - 583 strán (strany) |
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Strana 123 - Is there a man, whose judgment clear Can others teach the course to steer, Yet runs, himself, life's mad career, Wild as the wave, Here, pause — and, thro' the starting tear, Survey this grave.
Strana 123 - Instruct the planets in what orbs' to run, Correct old Time, and regulate the Sun; Go, soar with Plato to the' empyreal sphere, To the first good, first perfect, and first fair...
Strana 242 - ... of revising, correcting, and condensing. He remarks, in one of his prefaces, that his verse is ' very far from bearing the marks of the file and the burnisher,' and that he likes to see ' poetry in the full ebullition of feeling and fancy, foaming up with the spirit of life, and glowing with the rainbows of a glad inspiration.
Strana 117 - Thine are the mountains, — where they purely lift Snows that have never wasted, in a sky Which hath no stain ; below the storm may drift Its darkness, and the thunder-gust roar by ;«~Aloft in thy eternal smile they lie Dazzling but cold ; — thy farewell glance looks there And when below thy hues of beauty die, * Girt round them, as a rosy belt, they bear Into the high dark vault, a brow that still is fair.
Strana 242 - When there is a quick swell of passion, and an ever coining and going of beauty, as the light of the soul glances over it, I could not have the heart to press it down to its solid quintessence. * * * * I like to see something savage and luxuriant in works of imagination, throwing itself out like the wild vines of the forest, rambling and climbing over the branches and twining themselves into a maze of windings.
Strana 403 - Nature commands us to avoid. His appetites are always moderate ; he is indifferent, whether he be thought foolish or ignorant. He observes himself with the nicety of an enemy or a spy, and looks on his own wishes as betrayers.
Strana 247 - ... hardly less easy than that of prose ; a deep and quick insight into the nature of man, in all his varied faculties, intellectual and emotive ; a clear and full perception of the power and beauty of nature, and of all its various harmonies with our own thoughts and feelings ; and, to gain a high rank in the present age, wide and exact attainments in literature and art in general. Nor is the possession of such faculties and attainments all that is necessary ; but such...
Strana 414 - I have estimated at nearly eight thousand ; the records of dips and bearings are still more numerous. The report which follows is but a hasty outline, written mainly from recollection, with only occasional reference to my materials, and under circumstances little calculated for cool consideration. It was written, however, with an intention to state nothing of the truth or probability of which I did not feel satisfied. None can regret more than I do its imperfection; still I cannot but hope that it...
Strana 240 - Every thmg is drawn out as far as possible, always flowing and sweet, and therefore sometimes languid and monotonous. His poetry is too much diluted. It consists too much in words, which are music to the ear, but too often send a feeble echo of the sense to the mind. There is also a superabundance of images in proportion to the thoughts ; they skip about the magical scene in such numbers, that they stand in the way of one another and of the main design. He is too careless in selection ; whatever...
Strana 437 - We had already quieted the room for the expected song. Standing near him, I soon knew, by the motion of his lips, that he was singing. But no one heard him; for .1 myself could distinguish only the soft breathing of a song of his that was familiar to me.