The National Review, Том 4Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot Robert Theobald, 1857 |
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... doubt true that , to an infinite intelligence , the whole of Shakespeare would be as distinctly pictured in any one of his myriad attitudes of spirit as the whole of Words- worth in his single mood ; indeed all men have a dim feeling ...
... doubt true that , to an infinite intelligence , the whole of Shakespeare would be as distinctly pictured in any one of his myriad attitudes of spirit as the whole of Words- worth in his single mood ; indeed all men have a dim feeling ...
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... doubt meant a great deal more than this , and no doubt he was thinking mainly of his own works . He meant not merely that the choice of the ( nominal ) matter depends on the manner of the poet , but that , in his own case at least , the ...
... doubt meant a great deal more than this , and no doubt he was thinking mainly of his own works . He meant not merely that the choice of the ( nominal ) matter depends on the manner of the poet , but that , in his own case at least , the ...
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... doubt who compares him with any other of our great poets . All other poets create their poetry , and even their meditative poetry , in the act of throwing themselves into the life of the scene or train of thought or feeling they are ...
... doubt who compares him with any other of our great poets . All other poets create their poetry , and even their meditative poetry , in the act of throwing themselves into the life of the scene or train of thought or feeling they are ...
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... doubt he had even too complete a poetic mastery over himself , or rather perhaps he had too quiet a nature to master . He could not distinguish the arbitrary in his poetry from the conscious conquests of insight . And being , as we have ...
... doubt he had even too complete a poetic mastery over himself , or rather perhaps he had too quiet a nature to master . He could not distinguish the arbitrary in his poetry from the conscious conquests of insight . And being , as we have ...
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... doubt , when he ends a fine poem with the verse— " Matthew is in his grave ; yet now But it is not an Methinks I see him stand , As at that moment , with a bough Of wilding in his hand . " egotism to tell us , as he does in the Prelude ...
... doubt , when he ends a fine poem with the verse— " Matthew is in his grave ; yet now But it is not an Methinks I see him stand , As at that moment , with a bough Of wilding in his hand . " egotism to tell us , as he does in the Prelude ...
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Стр. 29 - Three years she grew in sun and shower; Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown; This child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A lady of my own. "Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse; and with me The girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Стр. 29 - The floating Clouds their state shall lend To her ; for her the willow bend ; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy.
Стр. 21 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows, simple wiles, Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles. And now I see with eye serene The very pulse of the machine...
Стр. 21 - Is lightened : — that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on, — Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul : While with an eye made quiet by the power Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, We see into the life of things.
Стр. 13 - Listening, a gentle shock of mild surprise Has carried far into his heart the voice Of mountain -torrents; or the visible scene Would enter unawares into his mind With all its solemn imagery, its rocks, Its woods, and that uncertain heaven received Into the bosom of the steady lake.
Стр. 9 - My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard. " Thus fares it still in our decay : And yet the wiser mind Mourns less for what age takes away Than what it leaves behind.
Стр. 9 - Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Стр. 8 - Tears, idle tears, I know not what they mean, Tears from the depth of some divine despair Rise in the heart, and gather to the eyes, In looking on the happy autumn-fields, And thinking of the days that are no more. Fresh as the first beam glittering on a sail, That brings our friends up from the underworld, Sad as the last which reddens over one That sinks with all we love below the verge; So sad, so fresh, the days that are no more.
Стр. 10 - Contingencies of pomp ; and serve to exalt Her native brightness. As the ample moon, In the deep stillness of a summer even Rising behind a thick and lofty grove, Burns, like an unconsuming fire of light, In the green trees ; and, kindling on all sides Their leafy umbrage, turns the dusky veil Into a substance glorious as her own, Yea, with her own incorporated, by power Capacious and serene.
Стр. 12 - THERE was a Boy ; ye knew him well, ye cliffs And islands of Winander ! many a time, At evening, when the earliest stars began To move along the edges of the hills, Rising or setting, would he stand alone, Beneath the trees, or by the glimmering lake...