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... hath said , that Poetry is the most philosophic of all writing : it is so its object is truth , not individual and local , but general , and operative ; not standing upon external testimony , but carried alive into the heart by passion ...
... hath said , that Poetry is the most philosophic of all writing : it is so its object is truth , not individual and local , but general , and operative ; not standing upon external testimony , but carried alive into the heart by passion ...
Sida xxxvii
... hath said of man , " that he looks before and after . " He is the rock of defence of human nature ; an upholder and preserver , carrying every where with him relationship and love . In spite of difference of soil and climate , of ...
... hath said of man , " that he looks before and after . " He is the rock of defence of human nature ; an upholder and preserver , carrying every where with him relationship and love . In spite of difference of soil and climate , of ...
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... whom Long patience has such mild composure given , That patience now doth seem a thing , of which He hath no need . He is by nature led To peace so perfect , that the young behold With Animal Tranquillity and Decay, a Sketch.
... whom Long patience has such mild composure given , That patience now doth seem a thing , of which He hath no need . He is by nature led To peace so perfect , that the young behold With Animal Tranquillity and Decay, a Sketch.
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... hath faculties Which he has never used ; that thought with him Is in its infancy . The man , whose eye Is ever on himself , doth look on one , The least of Nature's works , one who might move The wise man to that scorn which wisdom ...
... hath faculties Which he has never used ; that thought with him Is in its infancy . The man , whose eye Is ever on himself , doth look on one , The least of Nature's works , one who might move The wise man to that scorn which wisdom ...
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... hath been building up the rhyme * “ Most musical , most melancholy . ” This passage in Milton possesses an excellence far superior to that of mere description : it is spoken in the character of the melancholy Man , and has therefore a ...
... hath been building up the rhyme * “ Most musical , most melancholy . ” This passage in Milton possesses an excellence far superior to that of mere description : it is spoken in the character of the melancholy Man , and has therefore a ...
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Sida xxxvii - The Man of science seeks truth as a remote and unknown benefactor; he cherishes and loves it in his solitude: the Poet singing a song in which all human beings join with him, rejoices in the presence of truth as our visible friend and hourly companion. Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all Science.
Sida 2 - Nor less I deem that there are Powers Which of themselves our minds impress; That we can feed this mind of ours In a wise passiveness.
Sida 147 - The Sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. "Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon — " The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast, For he heard the loud bassoon.
Sida viii - ... because in that condition of life our elementary feelings coexist in a state of greater simplicity and consequently may be more accurately contemplated and more forcibly communicated; because the manners of rural life germinate from those elementary feelings and from the necessary character of rural occupations are more easily comprehended and are more durable; and, lastly, because in that condition the passions of men are incorporated with the beautiful and permanent forms of nature.
Sida 51 - Sisters and brothers, little Maid, How many may you be?" "How many? Seven in all," she said, And wondering looked at me. "And where are they? I pray you tell.
Sida 192 - These plots of cottage-ground, these orchard-tufts, Which at this season, with their unripe fruits, Are clad in one green hue, and lose themselves Among the woods and copses, nor disturb The wild green landscape. Once again I see These hedgerows, hardly hedgerows, little lines Of sportive wood run wild ; these pastoral farms, Green to the very door ; and wreaths of smoke Sent up, in silence, from among the trees!
Sida vii - Poems was to choose incidents and situations from common life, and to relate or describe them, throughout, as far as was possible in a selection of language really used by men, and, at the same time, to throw over them a certain colouring of imagination, whereby ordinary things should be presented to the mind in an unusual aspect...
Sida 130 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve!
Sida 192 - Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart ; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
Sida 197 - My dear, dear friend, and in thy voice I catch The language of my former heart, and read My former pleasures in the shooting lights Of thy wild eyes.