Essays Biographical and Critical: Chiefly on English PoetsMacmillan, 1856 - 475 էջ |
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... once fronted the world , are now before us ? Let us turn first to the one and then to the other , till , as we gaze at these poor eyeless images , which are all we now have , some vision of the lives and minds they typify shall swim ...
... once fronted the world , are now before us ? Let us turn first to the one and then to the other , till , as we gaze at these poor eyeless images , which are all we now have , some vision of the lives and minds they typify shall swim ...
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... once a year . I think I have been told that he left 2007. or 300l . per annum , there and thereabout , to a sister . I have heard Sir William Davenant and Mr. Thomas Shadwell , who is accounted the best comedian we have now , say that ...
... once a year . I think I have been told that he left 2007. or 300l . per annum , there and thereabout , to a sister . I have heard Sir William Davenant and Mr. Thomas Shadwell , who is accounted the best comedian we have now , say that ...
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... once , Loud shouting , flew on him , and in our arms Constrained him fast ; nor the sea - prophet old Called not incontinent his shifts to mind . First he became a long - maned lion grim ; A dragon then , a panther , a huge boar , A ...
... once , Loud shouting , flew on him , and in our arms Constrained him fast ; nor the sea - prophet old Called not incontinent his shifts to mind . First he became a long - maned lion grim ; A dragon then , a panther , a huge boar , A ...
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... once cherished on so great a subject we should be obliged again to give up ; or lest , if our imaginations should dare to figure aught too exact and familiar regarding the traits and motions of so royal a spirit , the question should be ...
... once cherished on so great a subject we should be obliged again to give up ; or lest , if our imaginations should dare to figure aught too exact and familiar regarding the traits and motions of so royal a spirit , the question should be ...
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... once for all , and did not bungle on metaphysicizing bit by bit amid the real , that he stood forth in the character of the most concrete of poets . Life is an illusion , a show , a phantasm ; well then , that is settled , and I belong ...
... once for all , and did not bungle on metaphysicizing bit by bit amid the real , that he stood forth in the character of the most concrete of poets . Life is an illusion , a show , a phantasm ; well then , that is settled , and I belong ...
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Էջ 451 - hardly paralleled in the rest of literature. Thus, ad aperturam,— " Thou remember'st Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid on a dolphin's back, Uttering such duleet and harmonious breath, That the rude sea grew civil at her song, And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Էջ 423 - near her highest noon, Like one that hath been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound, Over some wide watered shore, Swinging slow with sullen roar.
Էջ 1 - takes exactly the same form of self-dissatisfaction. "When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And trouble deaf Heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself, and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art, and that
Էջ 3 - or to be worse than worst Of those that lawless and uncertain thoughts Imagine howling ! 'Tis too horrible. The weariest and most loathed worldly life That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment, To what we fear of Death." Can lay on nature, is a paradise
Էջ 423 - Blow, winds, and crack your cheeks ! rage ! blow ! You cataracts and hurricanoes, spout Till you have drenched our steeples, drowned the cocks ! You sulphurous and thought-executing fires,' Vaunt-couriers of oak-cleaving thunderbolts, Singe my white head ! and thou all-shaking thunder, Strike flat the thick rotundity o' the world.
Էջ 339 - slow, Shall spring to seize thee, like an ambush'd foe.' From this hubbub of words pass to the original. ' Go to the ant, thou sluggard, consider her ways and be wise : which, having no guide, overseer, or ruler, provideth her meat in the summer, and
Էջ 54 - may produce new worlds; whereof so rife There went a fame in heaven that He ere long Intended to create, and therein plant A generation whom His choice regard Should favour equal to the sons of heaven. Thither, if but to pry, shall be perhaps Our first eruption.
Էջ 406 - the shows of things to the desires of the mind, whereas reason doth buckle and bow the mind unto the nature of things." Or we may vary the phrase, and, with Coleridge, call it, " the vision and faculty divine;" or, with Leigh Hunt, " imaginative passion,
Էջ 436 - 0, first-created beam, and thou great Word, Let there be light, and light was over all; Why am I thus bereaved thy prime decree ? The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon, When she deserts the night, Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.
Էջ 4 - (Throws down the skull.) Horatio. E'en so, my lord ! Hamlet. To what base uses we may return, Horatio ! Why may not imagination trace the noble dust of Alexander till he find it stopping a bunghole ? Horatio. 'Twere to reason too curiously to consider so. Hamlet. No, faith, not a jot; but to follow him thither with modesty enough, and likelihood to lead it.