An essay on the poetry of WordsworthE. Howell, 1853 - 72 страници |
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... charms in which poetry , itself so subtile , is most aptly and becomingly embodied ; and , to those casual admirers of poetry with whom the measured cadence and recurring rhyme are its only certain characteristics , it may appear that ...
... charms in which poetry , itself so subtile , is most aptly and becomingly embodied ; and , to those casual admirers of poetry with whom the measured cadence and recurring rhyme are its only certain characteristics , it may appear that ...
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... of those grand shadows which , on its magic glass , delight a world wearied with utility , but finding in their originals no attractive charm . When we said that the chief moral of true poetry might be compared to that which 20 POETRY OF.
... of those grand shadows which , on its magic glass , delight a world wearied with utility , but finding in their originals no attractive charm . When we said that the chief moral of true poetry might be compared to that which 20 POETRY OF.
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... charm that is absolutely fresh , be yet perpetually delightful to the human mind by virtue of its consonance with human nature . Having no intention of minutely analysing The Excursion , we shall willingly assume the reader to be ...
... charm that is absolutely fresh , be yet perpetually delightful to the human mind by virtue of its consonance with human nature . Having no intention of minutely analysing The Excursion , we shall willingly assume the reader to be ...
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... charm was for ever gone ! and poetry only then deserve the name , when linked to the merest drudgery of prose ! But- granting , for the sake of argument , that the theory may be sound after all — is the result triumphant ? Alas , no ...
... charm was for ever gone ! and poetry only then deserve the name , when linked to the merest drudgery of prose ! But- granting , for the sake of argument , that the theory may be sound after all — is the result triumphant ? Alas , no ...
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... charm of poetry is wanting . The delineation evidences our artist's skill , rather than his art ; for art conceals itself in beautiful effects , while that which he has substituted in its place is only too apparent . The picture is fine ...
... charm of poetry is wanting . The delineation evidences our artist's skill , rather than his art ; for art conceals itself in beautiful effects , while that which he has substituted in its place is only too apparent . The picture is fine ...
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adduced admiration admit æsthetic appear artistic author's better manner ballad beauty beggar bird blessing breathing character characteristic charm circumstances claim composition consists creation Cuckoo daffodils Darwin delight Divine earth EDWARD HOWELL elevated excellence Excursion exercise expression eyes faculty faithful fault furnished genius of Wordsworth genuine grace grand Greece harmonious heart heathen heaven highest honours human illustration impression inferior instinct intellectual intelligence language latter lence less limited LIVERPOOL lyric poetry lyrical majesty manifest mankind master-pieces merits Metaphysical mind Modern Painters muse never observe original painter painting pass passage passion pastoral perfect phase phenomena philosopher picture pleasure poem poet poet's poetic art POETRY OF WORDSWORTH portraiture present produce Raphael rapture reader reflection remarks reminded sentiment siderable sion solitude song sonnets spirit style sublime sympathy taste thee theme theology theory thou thoughts Thy word prevail tion transcribe true universal truths vale verse virtue wandering weary
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Страница 53 - I WANDERED lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host of golden daffodils, Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Страница 55 - O Cuckoo ! shall I call thee Bird, Or but a wandering Voice ? While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear, From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off, and near. Though babbling only to the Vale, Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring ! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but...
Страница 31 - Urania, I shall need Thy guidance, or a greater Muse, if such Descend to earth or dwell in highest heaven ! For I must tread on shadowy ground, must sink Deep, — and, aloft ascending, breathe in worlds To which the heaven of heavens is but a veil.
Страница 56 - O blessed Bird ! the earth we pace Again appears to be An unsubstantial, faery place : That is fit home for thee ! William Wordsworth.
Страница 53 - Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced; but they Out-did the sparkling waves in glee: A poet could not but be gay, In such a jocund company: I gazed— and gazed— but little thought What wealth the show to me had brought...
Страница 32 - Not Chaos, not The darkest pit of lowest Erebus, Nor aught of blinder vacancy, scooped out By help of dreams — can breed such fear and awe 7^1 As fall upon us often when we look Into our Minds, into the Mind of Man...
Страница 70 - That quickens only where thou say'st it may : Unless Thou show to us thine own true way No man can find it : Father ! Thou must lead.
Страница 65 - Those life-consuming sounds that clog the air, Be his the natural silence of old age ! Let him be free of mountain solitudes ; And have around him, whether heard or not, The pleasant melody of woodland birds.
Страница 47 - Accomplish, then, their number ; and conclude Time's weary course ! Or if, by thy decree, The consummation that will come by stealth Be yet far distant, let thy Word prevail, Oh ! let thy Word prevail, to take away The sting of human nature. Spread the law, As it is written in thy holy book, Throughout all lands : let every nation hear The high behest, and every heart obey ; z Both for the.
Страница 64 - Been doomed so long to settle upon earth That not without some effort they behold The countenance of the horizontal sun, Rising or setting, let the light at least Find a free entrance to their languid orbs. And let him, where and when he will, sit down Beneath the trees, or on a...