The Siamese twins [in verse]. To which is added, Milton, a poem, by the author of 'Pelham'. |
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... DEAR MOTHER , I BELIEVE , I owe to you the first ground - work of that dispo- sition which inclined me to Poetry ; -which disposition , though it has not enabled me , it is true , to make much proficiency in the Divine Art , ' has ...
... DEAR MOTHER , I BELIEVE , I owe to you the first ground - work of that dispo- sition which inclined me to Poetry ; -which disposition , though it has not enabled me , it is true , to make much proficiency in the Divine Art , ' has ...
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... dear Publishers , I do not think it is quite true , ( however warmly , disappointed Poets , and your yet more disappointed brethren , may assert the fact , ) that no poetry , whatsoever may be its nature , will attract the popular taste ...
... dear Publishers , I do not think it is quite true , ( however warmly , disappointed Poets , and your yet more disappointed brethren , may assert the fact , ) that no poetry , whatsoever may be its nature , will attract the popular taste ...
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... dear Publishers , we shall find , on an attentive recur- rence to literary history , that this observation is not without truth in general , there was that in the particular instance of Lord Byron , which would heighten , perhaps beyond ...
... dear Publishers , we shall find , on an attentive recur- rence to literary history , that this observation is not without truth in general , there was that in the particular instance of Lord Byron , which would heighten , perhaps beyond ...
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... has been reason to believe the times of late somewhat singularly unfavourable to poetry ; and that you , my dear Publishers , have been fully justified , by theory as well as experience , for the very cold water you have PREFACE . xi.
... has been reason to believe the times of late somewhat singularly unfavourable to poetry ; and that you , my dear Publishers , have been fully justified , by theory as well as experience , for the very cold water you have PREFACE . xi.
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... dear Publishers , that duodecimos in stanzas and octavos in heroics , slumber on your shelves — a warning to you , an omen to us . Hence it is , that so much genius seems utterly thrown away ; that so many excellent verses are written ...
... dear Publishers , that duodecimos in stanzas and octavos in heroics , slumber on your shelves — a warning to you , an omen to us . Hence it is , that so much genius seems utterly thrown away ; that so many excellent verses are written ...
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Page 343 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Page 347 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
Page 307 - The design of this poem," says Sir EB Lytton, in a prefatory note, " is that of a picture. It is intended to portray the great patriot poet in the three cardinal divisions of life — youth, manhood, and age. The first part is founded upon the well-known though ill-authenticated tradition of the Italian lady or ladies seeing Milton asleep under a tree in the gardens of his college, and leaving some tributary verses beside the sleeper. Taking full advantage of this legend, and presuming to infer from...
Page 311 - In saffron robe, with taper clear, And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry; Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream.
Page 347 - On evil days though fall'n, and evil tongues ; In darkness, and with dangers compass'd round, And solitude ; yet not alone, while thou Visit'st my slumbers nightly, or when morn Purples the east : still govern thou my song, Urania, and fit audience find, though few.
Page 328 - And thoughts that spoke not, but lay hush'd like pray'r; Their love made life one melody, like birds, And circled earth with its own rosy air. What in that lovely climate doth the breast Interpret not into some sound of love ? Canst thou...
Page 313 - Has this dull earth a being to compare With those which genius kindles ? — Can the sun Show his young bard a living shape as fair • As those which haunt his sleep ? — Yea, there is one Brighter than aught which fancy forms most dear — Brighter than love's wild dream ; and lo ! behold her here ! She was a stranger from the southern sky, And wandering from the friends with whom she rov'd Along those classic gardens — chanced to stray By the green beech-tree where the minstrel lay.
Page 256 - Yet, in the whole, who paused to look again, Saw more than marks the crowd of vulgar men; They gaze and marvel how - and still confess That thus it is, but why they cannot guess.
Page 328 - All nature was a treasury which their hearts Rifled and coin'd in passion ; the soft grass, The bee's blue palace in the violet's bell ; The sighing leaves which, as the day departs, The light breeze stirreth with a gentle swell ; The stiller boughs blent in one emerald mass, Whence, rarely floating liquid eve along, Some unseen linnet sent its vesper song ; All furnish'd them with images and words, And thoughts which spoke not, but lay hush'd like prayer ; Their love made life one melody, like birds,...
Page 32 - I'll be your guide ! dismiss your fears. " With Hampden's name and memory warm you ! '' And, d — n you all — but I'll reform you ! " As for the dogs that won't be free, " We'll give it them most handsomely ; " To church with scourge and halter lead 'em, " And thrash the rascals into freedom.