An essay on the poetry of WordsworthE. Howell, 1853 - 72 страници |
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... never be forgotten that poetry is one of the Fine Arts , and has no just pretensions to the exercise of any influence which the sister Arts do not enjoy ; that is , to the exercise of any influence different in kind , however superior ...
... never be forgotten that poetry is one of the Fine Arts , and has no just pretensions to the exercise of any influence which the sister Arts do not enjoy ; that is , to the exercise of any influence different in kind , however superior ...
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... never have gained for him the pre - eminence he holds ; but , the auxiliar beauties and resources of his art being by him made tributary to the exhibition of a pre - existing truth , his works remain for our admiration and delight ...
... never have gained for him the pre - eminence he holds ; but , the auxiliar beauties and resources of his art being by him made tributary to the exhibition of a pre - existing truth , his works remain for our admiration and delight ...
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... half his purpose . I never look at that wonderful assemblage of de- praved beings , who , without a grain of reverence or pity in their perverted minds , are performing the sacred exteriors of duty to the relics of their 24 POETRY OF.
... half his purpose . I never look at that wonderful assemblage of de- praved beings , who , without a grain of reverence or pity in their perverted minds , are performing the sacred exteriors of duty to the relics of their 24 POETRY OF.
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... never profited before ! As though its work of instructing an attentive world should first begin when its attractive charm was for ever gone ! and poetry only then deserve the name , when linked to the merest drudgery of prose ! But ...
... never profited before ! As though its work of instructing an attentive world should first begin when its attractive charm was for ever gone ! and poetry only then deserve the name , when linked to the merest drudgery of prose ! But ...
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... never heard before ! If the foregoing passages are not the best which could be selected from the poem , they are at least characteristic of our author's better manner . They also furnish a more than average specimen of his style , in a ...
... never heard before ! If the foregoing passages are not the best which could be selected from the poem , they are at least characteristic of our author's better manner . They also furnish a more than average specimen of his style , in a ...
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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...