The Powers of Genius, a poem. (Illustrations of Genius from authors, ... attached to the poem in an appendix.)Albion Press: : Printed by J. Cundee, Ivy Lane, for T. Williams, Stationers' Court, and T. Hurst, Paternoster-Row, 1804 - 155 էջ |
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Genius , disdaining any imitation , strikes out a path for itself , wild and hazardous
, where foot has never trodden . “ Genius ( says Lord Kaimes ) is allied to a warm
and inflammable constitution ; delicacy of taste to calmness and sedateness ...
Genius , disdaining any imitation , strikes out a path for itself , wild and hazardous
, where foot has never trodden . “ Genius ( says Lord Kaimes ) is allied to a warm
and inflammable constitution ; delicacy of taste to calmness and sedateness ...
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The heart too cold to feel the generous glow , The heart that melts not at another '
s woe , The heart that owns not Handel ' s angel - lay Shall sleep for ever in its
house of clay : There Genius never dwells an happy guest , She finds no
entrance ...
The heart too cold to feel the generous glow , The heart that melts not at another '
s woe , The heart that owns not Handel ' s angel - lay Shall sleep for ever in its
house of clay : There Genius never dwells an happy guest , She finds no
entrance ...
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Tis pity of the boy , for he is mad ; " He “ often laughs aloud , and none know why ,
” And looks so strange and wildly from his eye ; Heedless he roves all pale with
moody care , 71 What pleases others , he will never share . Rise of Genius .
Tis pity of the boy , for he is mad ; " He “ often laughs aloud , and none know why ,
” And looks so strange and wildly from his eye ; Heedless he roves all pale with
moody care , 71 What pleases others , he will never share . Rise of Genius .
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Heroes and their feats Fatigu ' d me , never weary of the pipe Of Tityrus ,
assembling as he sung , The rustic throng beneath bis favourite beech . Then
Milton had indeed a poet ' s charis : New to my taste his Paradise surpass ' d The
struggling ...
Heroes and their feats Fatigu ' d me , never weary of the pipe Of Tityrus ,
assembling as he sung , The rustic throng beneath bis favourite beech . Then
Milton had indeed a poet ' s charis : New to my taste his Paradise surpass ' d The
struggling ...
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When Homer wrote no critic ' s laws confin ' d , The outstretch ' d genius of his
soaring mind ; He look ' d on Nature , Nature ' s voice obey ' d , And snatch ' d that
glory which can never fade ; appeared in the world , we will find that they were all
...
When Homer wrote no critic ' s laws confin ' d , The outstretch ' d genius of his
soaring mind ; He look ' d on Nature , Nature ' s voice obey ' d , And snatch ' d that
glory which can never fade ; appeared in the world , we will find that they were all
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Էջ 87 - stood up: It stood still, but I could not discern the form thereof: An image was before mine eyes; there was silence, and I heard a voice saying, Shall mortal man be more just than God? Shall a man be more pure than
Էջ 14 - And let us hear Bernardo speak of this. Bernardo... .Last night of all, When yon same star that's westward from the pole, Had made his course to illume that part of heaven Where now it burns, Marcellus, and myself, The bell then beating one--- Marctllus... .Peace, break thee off,
Էջ 87 - Job xxviii. 20, 22, 23. Whence then cometh wisdom, and where is the place of understanding? 22, Destruction and Death say, we have heard the fame thereof with our ears. 23, God understandeth the way thereof, for he looketh to the ends of the earth, and seeth under the whole heaven."—
Էջ 88 - out of Egypt; Ethiopia shall soon stretch out her hands unto God. Sing unto God ye kingdoms of the Earth: O sing praises unto the Lord : To him that rideth upon the heaven of heavens which were of old;
Էջ 110 - In our little journey up to the grand chartreuse, I do not remember to have gone ten paces without an exclamation, that there was no restraining : not a precipice, not a torrent, not a cliff, but is pregnant with religion and poetry. There are certain scenes
Էջ 99 - to my foe; Thus yields the cedar to the axe's edge, Whose arms gave shelter to the princely eagle; Under whose shade the ramping lion slept; Whose top-branch overpeer'd Jove's spreading tree, And kept low shrubs from Winter's powerful wind.
Էջ 10 - care not Fortune what you me deny; You cannot rob me of free Nature's grace, You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Thro* which Aurora
Էջ 98 - So to night-wand'ring sailors pale with fears, Wide o'er the watry waste a light appears, Which on the far-seen mountain blazing high, Streams from some lonely watch-tower to the sky : With mournful eyes they gaze and gaze again: Loud howls the storm and drives them o'er the main. Next his high head the helmet
Էջ 11 - the ear was mistress of their powers No Bard could please me but whose lyre was tun'd To nature's Praises. Heroes and their feats Fatigu'd me, never weary of the pipe Of Tityrus, assembling as he
Էջ 86 - Heaven, O Lucifer, son of the morning ! how art thou cut down to the ground, which didst weaken the