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... poetry . Chaucer opens his Clerk's Tale with a bit of landscape admirable for its large style , and as well composed ... poet Thomson ( " sweet - souled " is Wordsworth's apt word ) was the first to do with words what they had done ...
... poetry . Chaucer opens his Clerk's Tale with a bit of landscape admirable for its large style , and as well composed ... poet Thomson ( " sweet - souled " is Wordsworth's apt word ) was the first to do with words what they had done ...
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... poetry bears truer witness to his habitual feeling , for it is only there that poets disenthral them- selves of their reserve and become fully possessed of their greatest charm , the power of being franker than other men . In the Third ...
... poetry bears truer witness to his habitual feeling , for it is only there that poets disenthral them- selves of their reserve and become fully possessed of their greatest charm , the power of being franker than other men . In the Third ...
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... poet Grahame , in his " Sabbath , " says manfully : - " Now is the time To visit Nature in her grand attire " ; and he has one little picture which no other poet has surpassed : - " High - ridged the whirled drift has almost reached The ...
... poet Grahame , in his " Sabbath , " says manfully : - " Now is the time To visit Nature in her grand attire " ; and he has one little picture which no other poet has surpassed : - " High - ridged the whirled drift has almost reached The ...
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... poetry will one of these days , perhaps , be found to have been the best utterance in verse of this generation . And T. H. the mere grasp of whose manly hand carries with it the pledge of frankness and friendship , of an abiding sim ...
... poetry will one of these days , perhaps , be found to have been the best utterance in verse of this generation . And T. H. the mere grasp of whose manly hand carries with it the pledge of frankness and friendship , of an abiding sim ...
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... poet must be refined , moulded , stamped with the image and super- scription of his time , but with a beauty of design and finish that are of no time . The work must surpass the material . Wordsworth was wholly void of that shaping ...
... poet must be refined , moulded , stamped with the image and super- scription of his time , but with a beauty of design and finish that are of no time . The work must surpass the material . Wordsworth was wholly void of that shaping ...
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Page 419 - Lives through all life, extends through all extent; Spreads undivided, operates unspent! Breathes in our soul, informs our mortal part, As full, as perfect in a hair as heart; As full, as perfect in vile Man that mourns, As the rapt Seraph that adores and burns; To him no high, no low, no great, no...
Page 417 - Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish, or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurled, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.
Page 422 - Peace to all such! But were there one whose fires True genius kindles, and fair fame inspires; Blest with each talent and each art to please. And born to write, converse, and live with ease: Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne; View him with scornful, yev with jealous eyes.
Page 412 - water glide away, And sip, with nymphs, their elemental tea. The graver prude sinks downward to a gnome, In search of mischief still on earth to roam. The light coquettes in sylphs aloft repair, And sport and flutter in the fields of air.
Page 418 - Hope humbly then; with trembling pinions soar, Wait the great teacher Death, and God adore. What future bliss he gives not thee to know, But gives that hope to be thy blessing now. Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest. The soul, uneasy and confined, from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
Page 415 - Go, from the creatures thy instructions take: Learn from the birds what food the thickets yield; Learn from the beasts the physic of the field; Thy arts of building from the bee receive; Learn of the mole to plough, the worm to weave; Learn of the little nautilus to sail, Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale.
Page 418 - Where slaves once more their native land behold, No fiends torment, no Christians thirst for gold. To Be, contents his natural desire, He asks no Angel's wing, no Seraph's fire; But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.
Page 345 - And when he came unto Lehi, the Philistines shouted against him : and the Spirit of the Lord came mightily upon him, and the cords that were upon his arms became as flax that was burnt with fire, and his bands loosed from off his hands. And he found a new jawbone of an ass, and put forth his hand, and took it, and slew a thousand men therewith.
Page 417 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state: From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could suffer being here below?
Page 236 - When in the chronicle of wasted time I see descriptions of the fairest wights, And beauty making beautiful old rhyme, In praise of ladies dead and lovely knights, Then in the blazon of sweet beauty's best, Of hand, of foot, of lip, of eye, of brow, I see their antique pen would have express'd Even such a beauty as you master now.