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... the analysis of the elements of tragic genius suggested by poems so short but
so full and so vital as those of Laodamia and Dion . And now , dearest of friends ,
and severest of critics , affectionately , Farewell . E . P . H . NIELEY , July , 1856 .
... the analysis of the elements of tragic genius suggested by poems so short but
so full and so vital as those of Laodamia and Dion . And now , dearest of friends ,
and severest of critics , affectionately , Farewell . E . P . H . NIELEY , July , 1856 .
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Elevated Diction - The Reviewers — The Critics - Coleridge on Wordsworth -
Crabbe - - The Life of the Soul - Matthew the Schoolmaster - Peter Bell — The
Youth from Georgia ' s ShoreRob Roy - The Pedlar - Womanhood _ Village
Solitudes ...
Elevated Diction - The Reviewers — The Critics - Coleridge on Wordsworth -
Crabbe - - The Life of the Soul - Matthew the Schoolmaster - Peter Bell — The
Youth from Georgia ' s ShoreRob Roy - The Pedlar - Womanhood _ Village
Solitudes ...
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How mournful it is that eminent critics try our Gothic drama by the rules laid down
for the poets of Athens _ Time ! Space ! these are the Unities which must not ,
according to Warton and other critics , be outraged . Although since then the
whole ...
How mournful it is that eminent critics try our Gothic drama by the rules laid down
for the poets of Athens _ Time ! Space ! these are the Unities which must not ,
according to Warton and other critics , be outraged . Although since then the
whole ...
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But nature never ceased to be all this with Elliott ; he has never met with a
thousandth part of the popularity he deserves , although he has been honored
with the love and the lofty word of some of the most eminent critics of our day ,
among ...
But nature never ceased to be all this with Elliott ; he has never met with a
thousandth part of the popularity he deserves , although he has been honored
with the love and the lofty word of some of the most eminent critics of our day ,
among ...
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139 was a Poem very much to the taste of the critics of the Jeffrey School . We
confess to ourselves it is painful labour to read it . The “ Doe ” was jeered , and
mocked , and scoffed at by the Edinburgh Reviewers . Both Poets started with the
...
139 was a Poem very much to the taste of the critics of the Jeffrey School . We
confess to ourselves it is painful labour to read it . The “ Doe ” was jeered , and
mocked , and scoffed at by the Edinburgh Reviewers . Both Poets started with the
...
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admiration affected ancient appear beautiful become beneath bright called character charm cloth Coleridge course critics deep delight doubt early earth emotions especially faith fancy feel felt forms frequently genius give hand heard heart heaven hills hope human idea illustration imagination impressions influence interest lake less light lines live look Lord meaning memory mental Milton mind moral mountain nature never objects once painting passed passion perhaps persons picture poems Poet Poet's poetry poor portrait present principles reader relation remarkable rest Review round seems seen sense side soul sound speak spirit stand suffering sympathy things thought tion true truth turn universal verse village voice walk waters whole wild winds woman wonderful Wordsworth worth writings young
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Страница 366 - O FRIEND ! I know not which way I must look For comfort, being, as I am, opprest, To think that now our life is only drest For show ; mean handy-work of craftsman, cook, Or groom ! We must run glittering like a brook In the open sunshine, or we are unblest : The wealthiest man among us is the best : No grandeur now in nature or in book Delights us. Rapine, avarice, expense, This is idolatry ; and these we adore : Plain living and high thinking are no more : The homely beauty of the good old cause...
Страница 332 - The wind, the tempest roaring high, The tumult of a tropic sky, Might well be dangerous food For him, a Youth to whom was given So much of earth — so much of Heaven, And such impetuous blood.
Страница 363 - Milton ! thou should'st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee: she is a fen Of stagnant waters: altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.
Страница 363 - Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Страница 17 - When we had given our bodies to the wind, And all the shadowy banks on either side Came sweeping through the darkness, spinning still The rapid line of motion, then at once Have I, reclining back upon my heels, Stopped short; yet still the solitary cliffs Wheeled by me — even as if the earth had rolled With visible motion her diurnal round!
Страница 377 - I trust is their destiny, to console the afflicted, to add sunshine to daylight by making the happy happier, to teach the young and the gracious of every age, to see, to think and feel, and therefore to become more actively and securely virtuous; this is their office, which I trust they will faithfully perform long after we (that is, all that is mortal of us) are mouldered in our graves.
Страница 326 - ... During the first year that Mr. Wordsworth and I were neighbours, our conversations turned frequently on the two cardinal points of poetry, the power of exciting the sympathy of the reader by a faithful adherence to the truth of nature, and the power of giving the interest of novelty by the modifying colours of imagination.
Страница 47 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Страница 324 - Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Страница 166 - There sometimes doth a leaping fish Send through the tarn a lonely cheer; The crags repeat the raven's croak, In symphony austere; Thither the rainbow comes — the cloud — And mists that spread the flying shroud; And sunbeams; and the sounding blast, That, if it could, would hurry past; But that enormous barrier holds it fast.
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| Наслов | William Wordsworth: A Biography |
| Аутор | Edwin Paxton Hood |
| Издавач | Cash, 1856 |
| Оригинал из | Универзитет Оксфорд |
| Дигитализовано | 14 јун 2006 |
| Дужина | 508 страница |
| Извоз навода | BiBTeX EndNote RefMan |