The English Poets, 4 tomasThomas Humphry Ward Macmillan, 1894 |
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... truth in the matters which interested him , and of expressing and recommending its lessons , of ' making them dwellers in the hearts of men . ' ' Every great poet , ' he said , ' is a teacher ; I wish either to be considered as a ...
... truth in the matters which interested him , and of expressing and recommending its lessons , of ' making them dwellers in the hearts of men . ' ' Every great poet , ' he said , ' is a teacher ; I wish either to be considered as a ...
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... truth , which they had never found before , will certainly tell on the same class in future years : - ' What he has loved , Others will love , and he will teach them how . ' But mankind is deeply divided in its sympathies and tastes ...
... truth , which they had never found before , will certainly tell on the same class in future years : - ' What he has loved , Others will love , and he will teach them how . ' But mankind is deeply divided in its sympathies and tastes ...
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... truth which was the prime condition of all his writings - not mere literal truth , but the truth which could only be reached by thought and imagination , — when this had been taken in , it was soon seen what an amazing view it opened of ...
... truth which was the prime condition of all his writings - not mere literal truth , but the truth which could only be reached by thought and imagination , — when this had been taken in , it was soon seen what an amazing view it opened of ...
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... truth , noble and affecting , -not bare literal fact , but reality informed and aglow with the ideas and forms of the imagination , and so raised by it to the power of an object of our spiritual nature , —he recognised no differences of ...
... truth , noble and affecting , -not bare literal fact , but reality informed and aglow with the ideas and forms of the imagination , and so raised by it to the power of an object of our spiritual nature , —he recognised no differences of ...
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... truth . ' He claimed for Lucy Gray , for the ' miserable mother by the Thorn , ' for the desolate maniac nursing her infant , the same pity which we give to Lear and Cordelia or to ' the dark sorrows of the line of Thebes . ' Not in ...
... truth . ' He claimed for Lucy Gray , for the ' miserable mother by the Thorn , ' for the desolate maniac nursing her infant , the same pity which we give to Lear and Cordelia or to ' the dark sorrows of the line of Thebes . ' Not in ...
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19 psl. - Is lightened: — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul: While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
284 psl. - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue ocean, roll! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain ; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore ; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy...
375 psl. - WILD West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With...
324 psl. - O'er the grave where our hero we buried. We buried him darkly at dead of night, The sods with our bayonets turning ; By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning.
285 psl. - Unchangeable, save to thy wild waves' play, Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow: Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest now. Thou glorious mirror, where the Almighty's form Glasses itself in tempests; in all time, — Calm or convulsed, in breeze, or gale, or storm, Icing the pole, or in the torrid clime Dark-heaving — boundless, endless, and sublime, The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made; each zone Obeys thee;...
83 psl. - Earth has not anything to show more fair : Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty : This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning ; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky, All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
324 psl. - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
376 psl. - Thou who didst waken from his summer dreams The blue Mediterranean, where he lay, Lulled by the coil of his crystalline streams, Beside a pumice isle in Baiae's bay, And saw in sleep old palaces and towers Quivering within the wave's intenser day, All overgrown with azure moss and flowers So sweet, the sense faints picturing them!
260 psl. - And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent ! THE HARP THE MONARCH MINSTREL SWEPT.
740 psl. - Ah, love, let us be true To one another! for the world, which seems To lie before us like a land of dreams, So various, so beautiful, so new, Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light, Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain; And we are here as on a darkling plain Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight, Where ignorant armies clash by night.