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Page 219 - No man could be born a metaphysical poet, nor assume the dignity of a writer by descriptions copied from descriptions, by imitations borrowed from imitations, by traditional imagery and hereditary similes, by readiness of rhyme and volubility of syllables.
Page 113 - I NEVER had any other desire so strong, and so like to covetousness, as that one which I have had always, that I might be master at last of a small house and large garden, with very moderate conveniences joined to them, and there dedicate the remainder of my life only to the culture of them, and study of nature...
Page 218 - They reply that with all this they can do nothing ; that the elements they need for the exercise of their art are great actions, calculated powerfully and delightfully to affect what is permanent in the human soul ; that so far as the present age can supply such actions, they will gladly make use of them ; but that an age wanting in moral grandeur can with difficulty supply such, and an age of spiritual discomfort with difficulty be powerfully and delightfully affected by them.
Page 191 - D'ESCURES. Ep. Oh of what contraries consists a man ! Of what impossible mixtures ! vice and virtue, . , Corruption, and eternnesse, at one time, And in one subject, let together, loose ! We have not any strength but weakens us, No greatness but doth crush us into air. Our knowledges do light us but to err, Our ornaments are burthens : our delights Are our tormentors ; fiends that, raised in fears, At parting shake our roofs about our ears.
Page 146 - Far, far from here, The Adriatic breaks in a warm bay Among the green Illyrian hills ; and there The sunshine in the happy glens is fair, And by the sea, and in the brakes. The grass is cool, the sea-side air Buoyant and fresh, the mountain flowers More virginal and sweet than ours.
Page 191 - Gives too soon Into weak hands, what's thought can be dispensed with Till the refusal propagates a fear.
Page 218 - They do not talk of their mission, nor of interpreting their age, nor of the coming Poet ; all this, they know, is the mere delirium of vanity ; their business is not to praise their age, but to afford to the men who live in it the highest pleasure which they are capable of feeling.
Page 155 - I have no flock : I kill Nothing that breathes, that stirs, that feels the air, The sun, the dew. Why should the beautiful (And thou art beautiful) disturb the source Whence springs all beauty? Hast thou never heard Of Hamadryads ? Rhaicos, Heard of them I have : Tell me some tale about them.