Thoughts on the PoetsC.S. Francis & Company, 1846 - 318 страница |
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... poem intended for oral delivery . Few can manage the Spenserian stanza with effect , and blank verse often wea- ries an audience . There is a directness in the heroic metre admirably adapted for immediate impression . The thought is ...
... poem intended for oral delivery . Few can manage the Spenserian stanza with effect , and blank verse often wea- ries an audience . There is a directness in the heroic metre admirably adapted for immediate impression . The thought is ...
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... blank - verse of the " Seasons " has none of the lofty effort of Milton , nor the passionate force so common in Shakspere . It is flowing and free . We perceive , indeed , a careful selection of words , and are sometimes conscious of a ...
... blank - verse of the " Seasons " has none of the lofty effort of Milton , nor the passionate force so common in Shakspere . It is flowing and free . We perceive , indeed , a careful selection of words , and are sometimes conscious of a ...
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... blank verse , and the attempt was remarkably successful . Occasionally the lines are prosaic , and scarce- ly elevated to the tone of legitimate verse ; but often there is a natural and sweet cadence which is worthy of the most ...
... blank verse , and the attempt was remarkably successful . Occasionally the lines are prosaic , and scarce- ly elevated to the tone of legitimate verse ; but often there is a natural and sweet cadence which is worthy of the most ...
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... blank verse . The language may be chaste , the sentiment unexception- able , the moral excellent , and yet there may be no poetry , aud perhaps the idea has been often better expressed in prose . Even the admirers of Wordsworth are ...
... blank verse . The language may be chaste , the sentiment unexception- able , the moral excellent , and yet there may be no poetry , aud perhaps the idea has been often better expressed in prose . Even the admirers of Wordsworth are ...
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... blank verse poem . It is well sustained , and exhibits sometimes a Miltonic command of language . Beside these and many other elaborate poems , Barry Cornwall has written a volume of songs , many of which have become favourites from ...
... blank verse poem . It is well sustained , and exhibits sometimes a Miltonic command of language . Beside these and many other elaborate poems , Barry Cornwall has written a volume of songs , many of which have become favourites from ...
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Страница 235 - Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
Страница 84 - Kent. Vex not his ghost. O, let him pass! He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Страница 223 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain-light of all our day, Are yet a master-light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal silence...
Страница 60 - See the wretch, that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again : The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
Страница 250 - Until the poppied warmth of sleep oppress'd Her soothed limbs, and soul fatigued away ; Flown, like a thought, until the morrow-day ; Blissfully haven'd both from joy and pain; Clasp'd like a missal where swart Paynims pray; Blinded alike from sunshine and from rain, As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again.
Страница 147 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Страница 310 - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty ; and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware.
Страница 278 - Dower'd with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love.
Страница 98 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Страница 192 - MINE be a cot beside the hill ; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch, Shall twitter from her clay-built nest; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.