An essay on the poetry of WordsworthE. Howell, 1853 - 72 psl. |
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... faults , we will transcribe a passage commencing with the description of a mountain prospect and its phenomena at sun - setting , and then conveying the sentiments drawn forth on the occasion from the devout Priest , as spokesman of the ...
... faults , we will transcribe a passage commencing with the description of a mountain prospect and its phenomena at sun - setting , and then conveying the sentiments drawn forth on the occasion from the devout Priest , as spokesman of the ...
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... distinctly realised - the whole resulting in a cabinet composition framed in every memory . If it be objected that we are critical , when we should be elevated and absorbed , does the fault , we ask , lie with ourselves , WORDSWORTH . 43.
... distinctly realised - the whole resulting in a cabinet composition framed in every memory . If it be objected that we are critical , when we should be elevated and absorbed , does the fault , we ask , lie with ourselves , WORDSWORTH . 43.
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the fault , we ask , lie with ourselves , or with our author ? The mood of his companions , and especially of the Priest , is indeed that of elevated rapture : but , if the real prospect may have justified his enthusiasm , does the ...
the fault , we ask , lie with ourselves , or with our author ? The mood of his companions , and especially of the Priest , is indeed that of elevated rapture : but , if the real prospect may have justified his enthusiasm , does the ...
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... fault of this poem lies in the isolation of its meritorious passages , and their little contribution to its effect ... faults , — faults , indeed , of defect , rather than of commission ; such as any intelligent reader of poetry may feel ...
... fault of this poem lies in the isolation of its meritorious passages , and their little contribution to its effect ... faults , — faults , indeed , of defect , rather than of commission ; such as any intelligent reader of poetry may feel ...
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... fault rests entirely at the author's door . Nature is ever lovely ; and it is almost an act of impiety to charge upon her the unsightly failure of our depicting powers . The true artist is no mechanical copyist : he shows the spiritual ...
... fault rests entirely at the author's door . Nature is ever lovely ; and it is almost an act of impiety to charge upon her the unsightly failure of our depicting powers . The true artist is no mechanical copyist : he shows the spiritual ...
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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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