The Treatment of Nature in English Poetry Between Pope and WordsworthUniversity of Chicago Press, 1896 - 290 ページ |
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Allan Ramsay Ambrose Philips artistic beauty Berkeley Biese birds CALIFORNIA LIBRARY characteristic charms clouds color Cowley Cowper delight Dryden Dyer Eclogue eighteenth century English poetry English Poets especially Essay expression external nature feeling fiction flowers forest Fugitive Poets garden Gray green Grongar Hill groves hills illustrative imitation indicate interest John Joseph Warton Keswick knowledge of nature Lady Winchelsea lake landscape landscape art Leasowes Letters lines love of nature Mallet mind mountains night observation ocean Ossian painted painter passages passion pastoral period phrases picturesque pleasure poems poetic poetry of nature Pope Pope's purple Ramsay river romantic says scenery scenes Scotland sense Shenstone similes similitudes Skiddaw song soul spirit spring storm streams sweet Thomson thought tion Tour travels trees UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA vale Virgil Warton wild Winchelsea winds winter woods words Wordsworth
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107 ページ - O Lady! we receive but what we give And in our life alone does Nature live: Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth...
150 ページ - Hail, awful scenes, that calm the troubled breast, And woo the weary to profound repose ! Can Passion's wildest uproar lay to rest, And whisper comfort to the man of woes ! Here Innocence may wander, safe from foes, And Contemplation soar on seraph wings.
29 ページ - O could I flow like thee, and make thy stream My great example, as it is my theme! Though deep, yet clear, though gentle, yet not dull, Strong without rage, without o'er-flowing full.
152 ページ - All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes to the song of even, All that the mountain's sheltering bosom shields, And all 'the dread magnificence of heaven, O how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! X.
111 ページ - Each passing hour sheds tribute from her wings ; And still new beauties meet his lonely walk, And loves unfelt attract him. Not a breeze Flies o'er the meadow, not a cloud imbibes The setting Sun's effulgence, not a strain From all the tenants of the warbling shade Ascends, but whence his bosom can partake Fresh pleasure, unreproved.
2 ページ - No, Sir, when a man is tired of London, he is tired of life ; for there is in London all that life can afford.
223 ページ - Arcadian plain. Pure stream, in whose transparent wave My youthful limbs I wont to lave ; No torrents stain thy limpid source, No rocks impede thy dimpling course, That sweetly warbles o'er its bed, With white round polished pebbles spread...
108 ページ - In distant wilds, by human eyes unseen, She rears her flowers, and spreads her velvet green : Pure gurgling rills the lonely desert trace, And waste their music on the savage race.
184 ページ - Our trees rise in cones, globes and pyramids. We see the marks of the scissors upon every plant and bush. I do not know whether I am singular in my opinion, but, for my own part, I would rather look upon a tree in all its luxuriancy and diffusion of boughs and branches, than when it is thus cut and trimmed into a mathematical figure; and cannot but fancy that an orchard in flower looks infinitely more delightful than all the little labyrinths of the most finished parterre.
15 ページ - For a Battle. Pick a large quantity of images and descriptions from Homer's Iliad, with a spice or two of Virgil, and if there remain any overplus you may lay them by for a skirmish. Season it well with similes, and it will make an excellent battle.