English Poetry from Blake to BrowningMethuen & Company, 1894 - 204 strán (strany) |
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... artists ; others whose excellence lies in an intellectual mastery of life , in imaginative insight , in the discovery of new aspects of truth , with whose force or beauty our minds have not become familiarised , these poets are ...
... artists ; others whose excellence lies in an intellectual mastery of life , in imaginative insight , in the discovery of new aspects of truth , with whose force or beauty our minds have not become familiarised , these poets are ...
Strana 32
... artist - poet , laments in a poem to the Muses that they had forsaken poetry . ' Whether on Ida's shady brow , Or in the chambers of the east , The chambers of the sun that now From ancient melody have ceased ; Whether in heaven ye ...
... artist - poet , laments in a poem to the Muses that they had forsaken poetry . ' Whether on Ida's shady brow , Or in the chambers of the east , The chambers of the sun that now From ancient melody have ceased ; Whether in heaven ye ...
Strana 42
... artist painted by himself . To ' The Task ' every reader must go whose feeling for Cowper is ever to become an affection . In it a gentleness and a naïveté , a sweetness and a melancholy , a tender grace and a subtle pathos , a quiet ...
... artist painted by himself . To ' The Task ' every reader must go whose feeling for Cowper is ever to become an affection . In it a gentleness and a naïveté , a sweetness and a melancholy , a tender grace and a subtle pathos , a quiet ...
Strana 68
... artist , whose multiplied hours of toil have not reached the slightest resemblance to one of its tones , that its excellence is manifest . ' The difficulty of quickening language out of its powerlessness , of breathing into it a life ...
... artist , whose multiplied hours of toil have not reached the slightest resemblance to one of its tones , that its excellence is manifest . ' The difficulty of quickening language out of its powerlessness , of breathing into it a life ...
Strana 78
... artist since Milton , were obtained ; an artist who , like Milton , was a careful workman , conscious not only of the beauty of the results of his skill , but of how the results were arrived at . With Wordsworth it was different . While ...
... artist since Milton , were obtained ; an artist who , like Milton , was a careful workman , conscious not only of the beauty of the results of his skill , but of how the results were arrived at . With Wordsworth it was different . While ...
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action artist Author of Mehalah ballad BARING GOULD beauty born breath Burns Byron Carlyle century charm classic Coleridge colour Cowper criticism Crown 8vo Dante delight diction died divine dramatic Edition emotion English poetry epic epic poetry expression faith feeling genius Goethe GORDON BROWNE grace Greek heart honours human humour ideal ideas imagination inspiring intellectual interest J. A. HOBSON Keats Landor language Leigh Hunt less literary literature lived lyric lyric poetry MABEL ROBINSON master Matthew Arnold melody Milton mind moods moral Nature never noble novel passion perfect perhaps philosophy Plato pleasure poems poet poet's poetic Pope prose race reader Romance Scott sense Shakespere Shelley Shelley's social song Sophocles soul Southey speak Spenser sphere spirit story style subjects Tennyson things thought tion true truth universal verse volume W. E. HENLEY W. G. COLLINGWOOD words Wordsworth write
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Strana 62 - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Strana 63 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms, — the day Battle's...
Strana 112 - I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But in embalmed darkness guess each sweet...
Strana 97 - The floating clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy.
Strana 60 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again...
Strana 82 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Strana 79 - Wordsworth, on the other hand, was to propose to himself as his object, to give the charm of novelty to things of every day, and to excite a feeling analogous to the supernatural, by awakening the mind's attention from the lethargy of custom, and directing it to the loveliness and the wonders of the world before us...
Strana 120 - I STROVE with none, for none was worth my strife; Nature I loved, and next to Nature, Art; I warmed both hands before the fire of life; It sinks, and I am ready to depart.
Strana 72 - The sword, the banner, and the field, Glory and Greece, around me see! The Spartan, borne upon his shield, Was not more free. Awake! (not Greece — she is awake!) Awake, my spirit! Think through whom Thy life-blood tracks its parent lake. And then strike home!
Strana 111 - She dwells with Beauty — Beauty that must die; And Joy, whose hand is ever at his lips Bidding adieu...