Lectures on the English Poets: Delivered at the Surrey InstitutionThomas Dobson and Son, at the Stone house, no. 41, South Second Street. William Fry, printer., 1818 - 331 pages |
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... force of comparison or contrast ; loses the sense of present suffering in the imaginary exaggeration of it ; exhausts the terror or pity by an unlimited in dulgence of it ; grapples with impossibilities in its desperate impatience of ...
... force of comparison or contrast ; loses the sense of present suffering in the imaginary exaggeration of it ; exhausts the terror or pity by an unlimited in dulgence of it ; grapples with impossibilities in its desperate impatience of ...
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... force . Impassioned poetry is an emanation of the moral and intellectual part of our nature , as well as of the sensitive - of the desire to know , the will to act , and the power to feel ; and ought to appeal to these different parts ...
... force . Impassioned poetry is an emanation of the moral and intellectual part of our nature , as well as of the sensitive - of the desire to know , the will to act , and the power to feel ; and ought to appeal to these different parts ...
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... force , and variety . His poetry is , like his religion , the poetry of number and form : he describes the bodies as well as the souls of men . The poetry of the Bible is that of imagination and of faith : it is abstract and disembodied ...
... force , and variety . His poetry is , like his religion , the poetry of number and form : he describes the bodies as well as the souls of men . The poetry of the Bible is that of imagination and of faith : it is abstract and disembodied ...
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... force of the character he im- presses upon them . His mind lends its own power to the objects which it contemplates , in- stead of borrowing it from them . He takes ad- vantage even of the nakedness and dreary vacuity of his subject ...
... force of the character he im- presses upon them . His mind lends its own power to the objects which it contemplates , in- stead of borrowing it from them . He takes ad- vantage even of the nakedness and dreary vacuity of his subject ...
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... force to his power of observation . The picturesque and the dramatic are in him closely blended together , and hardly distinguishable ; for he principally describes ex- ternal appearances as indicating character , as symbols of internal ...
... force to his power of observation . The picturesque and the dramatic are in him closely blended together , and hardly distinguishable ; for he principally describes ex- ternal appearances as indicating character , as symbols of internal ...
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Page 326 - Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother: They parted — ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder A dreary sea now flows between ; — But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Page 148 - He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.
Page 143 - Tis with our judgments as our watches, none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
Page 227 - Unanxious for ourselves; and only wish, As duteous sons, our fathers were more wise. At thirty man suspects himself a fool ; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan ; At fifty chides his infamous delay, Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve; In all the magnanimity of thought, Resolves, and re-resolves, then dies the same. And why? because he thinks himself immortal. All men think all men mortal, but themselves; Themselves, when some alarming shock of fate Strikes thro...
Page 226 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time ; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Page 326 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Page 264 - But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed ; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever ; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place ; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide ; The hour approaches Tarn maun ride ; That hour, o...
Page 130 - Others more mild, Retreated in a silent valley, sing With notes angelical to many a harp Their own heroic deeds and hapless fall By doom of battle ; and complain that fate ' Free virtue should enthrall to force or chance.
Page 114 - I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amorist or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite, nor to be obtained by the invocation of Dame Memory and her siren daughters...
Page 329 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind ; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be ; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering ; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.