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... truth , because without truth the impression would be false or defective . It is a passion for beauty , because its office is to exalt and re- fine by means of pleasure , and because beauty is nothing but the loveliest form of pleasure ...
... truth , because without truth the impression would be false or defective . It is a passion for beauty , because its office is to exalt and re- fine by means of pleasure , and because beauty is nothing but the loveliest form of pleasure ...
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... truth in its utmost convic . tion and affluence . It illustrates them by fancy , which is a lighter play of imagi nation , or the feeling of analogy coming short of seriousness , in order that it may laugh with what it loves , and show ...
... truth in its utmost convic . tion and affluence . It illustrates them by fancy , which is a lighter play of imagi nation , or the feeling of analogy coming short of seriousness , in order that it may laugh with what it loves , and show ...
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... truth ; that is to say , the connexion it has with the world of emotion , and its power to produce imaginative pleasure . Inquiring of a gardener , for in- stance , what flower it is that we see yonder , he answers , lily . " This is ...
... truth ; that is to say , the connexion it has with the world of emotion , and its power to produce imaginative pleasure . Inquiring of a gardener , for in- stance , what flower it is that we see yonder , he answers , lily . " This is ...
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... truths . Truth of every kind belongs to him , pro- nded it can bud into any kind of beauty , or is capable of being Justrated and impressed by the poetic faculty . Nay , the sim- plest truth is often so beautiful and impressive of ...
... truths . Truth of every kind belongs to him , pro- nded it can bud into any kind of beauty , or is capable of being Justrated and impressed by the poetic faculty . Nay , the sim- plest truth is often so beautiful and impressive of ...
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... truth become identical in poetry , and that pleasure , or at the very worst , a balm in our tears , is drawn out of pain . It is a great and rare thing , and shows a lovely imagination , when the poet can write a commentary , as it were ...
... truth become identical in poetry , and that pleasure , or at the very worst , a balm in our tears , is drawn out of pain . It is a great and rare thing , and shows a lovely imagination , when the poet can write a commentary , as it were ...
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Страница 219 - What thou art we know not: what is most like thee? From rainbow clouds there flow not drops so bright to see, as from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden in the light of thought, singing hymns unbidden till the world is wrought to sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Страница 189 - And bring all Heaven before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that heaven doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do attain To something like prophetic strain.
Страница 252 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret...
Страница 252 - O for a beaker full of the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen, And with thee fade away into the forest dim...
Страница 177 - Less than archangel ruined, and the excess Of glory obscured ; as when the sun, new risen, Looks through the horizontal misty air Shorn of his beams, or from behind the moon, In dim eclipse, disastrous twilight sheds On half the nations, and with fear of change Perplexes monarchs.
Страница 233 - ST. AGNES' Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold: Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith.
Страница 194 - Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark, That sunk so low that sacred head of thine. Next Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow, His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe.
Страница 88 - Was parmaceti for an inward bruise ; And that it was great pity, so it was, This villanous saltpetre should be digg'd Out of the bowels of the harmless earth, Which many a good tall fellow had destroy'd So cowardly ; and but for these vile guns He would himself have been a soldier.
Страница 250 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair ; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Страница 186 - Or fill the fixed mind with all your toys! Dwell in some idle brain, And fancies fond with gaudy shapes possess, As thick and numberless As the gay motes that people the sun-beams, Or likest hovering dreams, The fickle pensioners of Morpheus