Lectures on the English PoetsTaylor and Hessey, 1818 - 331 страница |
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... perfect language that can be found for those crea- tions of the mind " which ecstacy is very cunning in . " Neither a mere description of natural objects , nor a mere delineation of natural feelings , however distinct or forcible ...
... perfect language that can be found for those crea- tions of the mind " which ecstacy is very cunning in . " Neither a mere description of natural objects , nor a mere delineation of natural feelings , however distinct or forcible ...
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... perfect . The domestic or prose tragedy , which is thought to be the most natural , is in this sense the least so , because it appeals almost ex- clusively to one of these faculties , our sensibility . The tragedies of Moore and Lillo ...
... perfect . The domestic or prose tragedy , which is thought to be the most natural , is in this sense the least so , because it appeals almost ex- clusively to one of these faculties , our sensibility . The tragedies of Moore and Lillo ...
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... perfect coincidence of the image and the words with the feeling we have , and of which we cannot get rid in any other way , that gives an instant " satisfaction to the thought . " This is equally the origin of wit and fancy , of comedy ...
... perfect coincidence of the image and the words with the feeling we have , and of which we cannot get rid in any other way , that gives an instant " satisfaction to the thought . " This is equally the origin of wit and fancy , of comedy ...
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... perfect . In this way , the lamen- tation of Selma for the loss of Salgar is the finest of all . If it were indeed possible to shew that this writer was nothing , it would only be another in- stance of mutability , another blank made ...
... perfect . In this way , the lamen- tation of Selma for the loss of Salgar is the finest of all . If it were indeed possible to shew that this writer was nothing , it would only be another in- stance of mutability , another blank made ...
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... perfect kind ; Which seen , he much rejoiced in his cruel mind . Of which full proud , himself uprearing high , He looked round about with stern disdain , And did survey his goodly company ; And marshalling the evil - ordered train ...
... perfect kind ; Which seen , he much rejoiced in his cruel mind . Of which full proud , himself uprearing high , He looked round about with stern disdain , And did survey his goodly company ; And marshalling the evil - ordered train ...
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Страница 328 - 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.
Страница 123 - And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse, Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out With wanton heed and giddy cunning, The melting voice through mazes running, Untwisting all the chains that tie The hidden soul of harmony; That Orpheus...
Страница 305 - Great princes' favourites their fair leaves spread But as the marigold at the sun's eye; And in themselves their pride lies buried, For at a frown they in their glory die. The painful warrior famoused for fight, After a thousand victories once foil'd, Is from the book of honour razed quite, And all the rest forgot for which he toil'd.
Страница 145 - Tis with our judgments as our watches, none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
Страница 10 - Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
Страница 126 - What though the field be lost? All is not lost; the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield: And what is else not to be overcome?
Страница 114 - ... devout prayer to that eternal Spirit, who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim, with the hallowed fire of his altar, to touch and purify the lips of whom he pleases...
Страница 185 - Just earns a scanty pittance, and at night Lies down secure, her heart and pocket light ; She for her humble sphere by nature fit, Has little understanding, and no wit, Receives no praise, but (though her lot be such, Toilsome and indigent) she renders much ; Just knows, and knows no more, her bible true, A truth the brilliant Frenchman never knew, And in that charter reads, with sparkling eyes, Her title to a treasure in the skies.
Страница 228 - 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.
Страница 153 - ... In the worst inn's worst room, with mat half -hung, The floors of plaster, and the walls of dung, On once a flock-bed, but repaired with straw, With tape-tied curtains never meant to draw, The George and Garter dangling from that bed Where tawdry yellow strove with dirty red, Great Villiers lies — alas ! how changed from him, That life of pleasure, and that soul of whim ! Gallant and gay, in Cliveden's proud alcove, The bower of wanton Shrewsbury and love ; Or just as gay at council, in a ring...