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... ......... Page - - 9 LECTURE XI . CONTEMPORARY LITERATURE . The present age not an unpoetical one - Five names worthy of distinction - Samuel Rogers - The " Pleasures of Memory " 5 -Rogers's " Italy " - Galileo and Milton - Moore's.
... ......... Page - - 9 LECTURE XI . CONTEMPORARY LITERATURE . The present age not an unpoetical one - Five names worthy of distinction - Samuel Rogers - The " Pleasures of Memory " 5 -Rogers's " Italy " - Galileo and Milton - Moore's.
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... memory- Popularity of his poetry - " English Bards and Scotch Reviewers " - - " Childe Harold " - His love of external nature -Formation of his literary character - Admiration for Pope- Success of " Childe Harold " - His Oriental tales ...
... memory- Popularity of his poetry - " English Bards and Scotch Reviewers " - - " Childe Harold " - His love of external nature -Formation of his literary character - Admiration for Pope- Success of " Childe Harold " - His Oriental tales ...
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... memory the vast variety of English metres , the compass of instrumental music seems an inadequate paral- lel to the many - toned voice of Poetry . I would find it rather in the multitudinous sounds of nature herself , - " For terror ...
... memory the vast variety of English metres , the compass of instrumental music seems an inadequate paral- lel to the many - toned voice of Poetry . I would find it rather in the multitudinous sounds of nature herself , - " For terror ...
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... memory of the poets , because , whatever were his powers of argumentation , no particle of imagination or fancy entered into his constitution . He was perpetually striving to disenchant poetry of all its magic , to strip it of the ...
... memory of the poets , because , whatever were his powers of argumentation , no particle of imagination or fancy entered into his constitution . He was perpetually striving to disenchant poetry of all its magic , to strip it of the ...
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... memory . It was a music in the air ; for it might be heard sung by reapers in the field one harvest after another , by women lightening with its oft- repeated strains their household labours , by mothers sing- ing over their children ...
... memory . It was a music in the air ; for it might be heard sung by reapers in the field one harvest after another , by women lightening with its oft- repeated strains their household labours , by mothers sing- ing over their children ...
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admiration ALONZO POTTER ancient auld bard beautiful beneath bonny bonny Dundee breath bright Burns Byron's character Charles Lamb child Christabel Coleridge's criticism dark dead dear deep delight descriptive poetry early earth Edmund Spenser emotion English poetry fame fancy feeling frae French Revolution friends genius gentle glory happy Hartley Coleridge hath heart heaven HENRY REED honour human imagination Jansenists Johnson language lecture light literary literature living look Lord lyrical poetry melody memory Milton mind minstrelsy moral nature never night o'er pass passage passion Petrarch poem poet poet's poetic Pope prose QUESNEL reader Samuel Taylor Coleridge Scott Scottish sense sentiment Shakspeare song sonnet soul sound Southey Southey's Spenser spirit stanzas strain strong sweet sympathy taste Thalaba thee thing thou thought tion true truth utterance verse voice volume words Wordsworth writings youth
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