Art, Literature, and the DramaBrown, Taggard & Chase, 1860 - 449 ページ |
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... feel with satisfaction that I have done a good deal to extend the influence of the great minds of Germany and Italy among my compatriots . Of our English contemporaries , as yet but partially known here , I have written notices of ...
... feel with satisfaction that I have done a good deal to extend the influence of the great minds of Germany and Italy among my compatriots . Of our English contemporaries , as yet but partially known here , I have written notices of ...
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... feel ings , and from a mind that cares for nothing but what is permanent and essential . It should , then , have some merit , if only in the power of suggestion . A year or two hence , I hope to have more to say upon this topic , or the ...
... feel ings , and from a mind that cares for nothing but what is permanent and essential . It should , then , have some merit , if only in the power of suggestion . A year or two hence , I hope to have more to say upon this topic , or the ...
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... feel the need of a criterion , of a standard ; and then we say what the work is not , as well as what it is ; and this is as healthy though not gracious an operation of the mind as the other . to degrade but to classify an object by ...
... feel the need of a criterion , of a standard ; and then we say what the work is not , as well as what it is ; and this is as healthy though not gracious an operation of the mind as the other . to degrade but to classify an object by ...
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... feel and why . An object that defies my ut- most rigor of scrutiny is a new step on the stair I am making to the Olympian tables . POET . I think you will not know the gods when you get there , if I may judge from the cold presumption I ...
... feel and why . An object that defies my ut- most rigor of scrutiny is a new step on the stair I am making to the Olympian tables . POET . I think you will not know the gods when you get there , if I may judge from the cold presumption I ...
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... feel a higher power interposed , as much as I see that yonder tree is distinct from myself . Shall I repeat to you some poor verses in which I have told , by means of various like- nesses , in an imperfect fashion , how it is with me in ...
... feel a higher power interposed , as much as I see that yonder tree is distinct from myself . Shall I repeat to you some poor verses in which I have told , by means of various like- nesses , in an imperfect fashion , how it is with me in ...
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70 ページ - What thou art we know not: What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
192 ページ - In speech — (which I have not) — to make your will Quite clear to such an one, and say " Just this Or that in you disgusts me ; here you miss, Or there exceed the mark...
70 ページ - Joyous as morning Thou art laughing and scorning ; Thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest, And, though little troubled with sloth, Drunken Lark ! thou would'st be loth To be such a traveller as I. Happy, happy Liver, With a soul as strong as a mountain river Pouring out praise to the Almighty Giver...
85 ページ - A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear, A stifled, drowsy, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet, no relief, In word, or sigh, or tear O Lady!
86 ページ - And those thin clouds above, in flakes and bars, That give away their motion to the stars ; Those stars, that glide behind them or between, Now sparkling, now bedimmed, but always seen : Yon crescent Moon, as fixed as if it grew In its own cloudless, starless lake of blue...
73 ページ - The wind, the tempest roaring high, The tumult of a Tropic sky, Might well be dangerous food For him, a Youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of Heaven, And such impetuous blood.
70 ページ - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee; Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
86 ページ - To lift the smothering weight from off my breast? It were a vain endeavour, Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
71 ページ - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear: If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, • Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
72 ページ - A love in desolation masked — a power Girt round with weakness ; it can scarce uplift The weight of the superincumbent hour. It is a dying lamp, a falling shower, A breaking billow ; — even whilst we speak Is it not broken ? On the withering flower The killing sun smiles brightly : on a cheek The life can burn in blood even while the heart may break.