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Page 60
... poem ; is an operation almost equally hopeless . Certain probabilities may recommend themselves : to invent so vast a world , and so much of it quite needlessly , may seem a task beyond the poet ; yet this applies nearly as well to ...
... poem ; is an operation almost equally hopeless . Certain probabilities may recommend themselves : to invent so vast a world , and so much of it quite needlessly , may seem a task beyond the poet ; yet this applies nearly as well to ...
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... Poets , yet have in themselves a response to the internal worth of Poetry . Why else should they now come and hear me ? If I were to say something severe of “ the man who hath not music in his soul , " I might seem to be gratuitously ...
... Poets , yet have in themselves a response to the internal worth of Poetry . Why else should they now come and hear me ? If I were to say something severe of “ the man who hath not music in his soul , " I might seem to be gratuitously ...
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... poetic , and sees beneath phenomena something deeper than phenomena . It looks on Nature with the eye of one who has ... poets claim and receive a semi - religious character , and exercise a religious influence . We call them ...
... poetic , and sees beneath phenomena something deeper than phenomena . It looks on Nature with the eye of one who has ... poets claim and receive a semi - religious character , and exercise a religious influence . We call them ...
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... poets by mere vicious imitation affect the faith of the bard . Not but that our own MILTON in deep earnest betook himself to poetry as a religious / exercise and as a religious influence : which was quite in harmony with his strong ...
... poets by mere vicious imitation affect the faith of the bard . Not but that our own MILTON in deep earnest betook himself to poetry as a religious / exercise and as a religious influence : which was quite in harmony with his strong ...
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... poets err gravely , as I believe , on this side . MILTON'S portrait of Sin was probably meant to be disgusting : I cannot think it poetically praiseworthy . Over painful subjects Art should step lightly , not dwell and gloat upon them ...
... poets err gravely , as I believe , on this side . MILTON'S portrait of Sin was probably meant to be disgusting : I cannot think it poetically praiseworthy . Over painful subjects Art should step lightly , not dwell and gloat upon them ...
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Page 113 - As when the moon, refulgent lamp of night! O'er heaven's clear azure spreads her sacred light, When not a breath disturbs the deep serene, And not a cloud o'ercasts the solemn scene; Around her throne the vivid planets roll, And stars unnumbered gild the glowing pole; O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head.
Page 109 - For all behind was dark and drear, And all before was night and fear. How many hours of night or day In those suspended pangs I lay, I could not tell ; I scarcely knew If this were human breath I drew.
Page 135 - Moored in the rifted rock, Proof to the tempest's shock, Firmer he roots him the ruder it blow; Menteith and Breadalbane, then, Echo his praise agen, Roderigh Vich Alpine dhu, ho! ieroe!
Page 131 - They mourn, but smile at length; and, smiling, mourn: The tree will wither long before it fall ; The hull drives on, though mast and sail be torn; The roof-tree sinks, but moulders on the hall In massy hoariness; the...
Page 138 - With death-shot glowing in his fiery hands, And eye that scorcheth all it glares upon ; Restless it rolls, now fix'd and now anon Flashing afar, — and at his iron feet Destruction cowers, to mark what deeds are done ; For on this morn three potent nations meet, To shed before his shrine the blood he deems most sweet.
Page 129 - But Thou wilt heal that broken heart, Which, like the plants that throw Their fragrance from the wounded part, Breathes sweetness out of woe.
Page 116 - To town and tower, to down and dale, To tell red Flodden's dismal tale, And raise the universal wail. Tradition, legend, tune, and song, Shall many an age that wail prolong: Still from the sire the son shall hear Of the stern strife, and carnage drear, Of Flodden's fatal field, Where shiver'd was fair Scotland's spear, And broken was her shield ! XXXV.
Page 81 - True love's the gift which God has given To man alone beneath the heaven : It is not fantasy's hot fire, Whose wishes, soon as granted, fly; It liveth not in fierce desire, With dead desire it doth not die ; It is the secret sympathy, The silver link, the silken tie, Which heart to heart, and mind to mind, In body and in soul can bind.
Page 136 - This royal throne of kings, this scept'red isle, This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars, This other Eden, demi-paradise, This fortress built by Nature for herself Against infection and the hand of war, This happy breed of men, this little world, This precious stone set in the silver sea...
Page 326 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems...