The Art of LettersUnwin, 1920 - 240 psl. |
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... sense of guilt or a desire to save and store up the very echoes and last drops of pleasure . Human beings keep diaries for as many different reasons as they write lyric poems . With Pepys , I fancy , the main motive was a simple ...
... sense of guilt or a desire to save and store up the very echoes and last drops of pleasure . Human beings keep diaries for as many different reasons as they write lyric poems . With Pepys , I fancy , the main motive was a simple ...
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... sense of the outer world . He had the acute eye of the artist which was aware of the stones of the street and the crows in the ploughed field . As a preacher , he did not guide the thoughts of his hearers , as so many preachers do ...
... sense of the outer world . He had the acute eye of the artist which was aware of the stones of the street and the crows in the ploughed field . As a preacher , he did not guide the thoughts of his hearers , as so many preachers do ...
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... sense explanation of these words , we should feel that the details of the story have a vividness that springs straight from reality . It is difficult to believe that Donne had not actually lived in terror of the gigantic manservant who ...
... sense explanation of these words , we should feel that the details of the story have a vividness that springs straight from reality . It is difficult to believe that Donne had not actually lived in terror of the gigantic manservant who ...
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... sense may reach and apprehend , Else a great Prince in prison lies . To our bodies turn we then , that so Weak men on love reveal'd may look ; Love's mysteries in souls do grow But yet the body is the book . I , for one , find it ...
... sense may reach and apprehend , Else a great Prince in prison lies . To our bodies turn we then , that so Weak men on love reveal'd may look ; Love's mysteries in souls do grow But yet the body is the book . I , for one , find it ...
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... sense or as a poem written to Anne More , who was to bring him both imprisonment and the liberty of love . It is , in either case , written in defence of his love against some who censured him for it : For God's sake , hold your tongue ...
... sense or as a poem written to Anne More , who was to bring him both imprisonment and the liberty of love . It is , in either case , written in defence of his love against some who censured him for it : For God's sake , hold your tongue ...
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130 psl. - The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: . The long day wanes : the slow moon climbs : the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
111 psl. - To suffer woes which hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy power which seems omnipotent; To love and bear; to hope till hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates...
15 psl. - I am sure of thee now: and with that he had almost pressed him to death, so that Christian began to despair of life. But, as God would have it, while Apollyon was fetching...
121 psl. - Wordsworth on the other hand was to propose to himself as his object, to give the charm of novelty to things of every day, and to excite a feeling analogous to the supernatural, by awakening the mind's attention from the lethargy of custom, and directing it to the loveliness and the wonders of the world before us...
201 psl. - The greatest poet even cannot say it; for the mind in creation is as a fading coal, which some invisible influence, like an inconstant wind, awakens to transitory brightness; this power arises from within, like the colour of a flower which fades and changes as it is developed, and the conscious portions of our natures are unprophetic either of its approach or its departure.
208 psl. - I have said that poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity : the emotion is contemplated till, by a species of re-action, the tranquillity gradually disappears, and an emotion, kindred to that which was before the subject of contemplation, is gradually produced, and does itself actually exist in the mind.
45 psl. - This grave scene was fully contrasted by the burlesque duke of Newcastle. He fell into a fit of crying the moment he came into the chapel, and flung himself back in a stall, the archbishop hovering over him with a...
74 psl. - ... as the whistling of my linnets. All the sounds that nature utters are delightful, at least in this country. I should not perhaps find the roaring of lions in Africa, or of bears in Russia, very pleasing ; but I know no beast in England whose voice I do not account musical, save and except always the braying of an ass.
18 psl. - Then wilt thou speak of banqueting delights, Of masques and revels which sweet youth did make, Of tourneys and great challenges of knights, And all these triumphs for thy beauty's sake : When thou hast told these honours done to thee, Then tell, O tell, how thou didst murder me. COME, let us sond with melody, the praises Of the Kings' King, th' omnipotent Creator, Author of number, that hath all the world in Harmony framed.
66 psl. - I wonder that a sportive thought should ever knock at the door of my intellects, and still more that it should gain admittance. It is as if harlequin should intrude himself into the gloomy chamber where a corpse is deposited in state. His antic gesticulations would be unseasonable at any rate, but more especially so if they should distort the features of the mournful attendants into laughter.