The Literary History of England in the End of the Eighteenth and Beginning of the Nineteenth Century, Volume 3Macmillan and Company, 1882 |
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... mind to " get on " in a tavern than in a drawing - room . What other elucidation of the mystery can we find or suggest ? Perhaps this speech about the Nottingham stock- ing weavers was 22 [ CHAP . I. THE LITERARY HISTORY OF.
... mind to " get on " in a tavern than in a drawing - room . What other elucidation of the mystery can we find or suggest ? Perhaps this speech about the Nottingham stock- ing weavers was 22 [ CHAP . I. THE LITERARY HISTORY OF.
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... mind , at least for the time , as no other poem of the generation did . That he him- self had no sort of notion of this is evident from the very flutter of delight and gratified vanity with which on the edge of a success so much greater ...
... mind , at least for the time , as no other poem of the generation did . That he him- self had no sort of notion of this is evident from the very flutter of delight and gratified vanity with which on the edge of a success so much greater ...
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... mind the linea- ments of that mysterious personage , gloomy and grand , wrapped in his cloak , and self - separated from all the world , with dark brow and darker shadow , awing the Universe - a being abstracted from any human con ...
... mind the linea- ments of that mysterious personage , gloomy and grand , wrapped in his cloak , and self - separated from all the world , with dark brow and darker shadow , awing the Universe - a being abstracted from any human con ...
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... mind to search into , catching such glimpses as our faculties will allow . On this , Byron has no com- munication to make , no light to offer . He is as profane and ignorant as any one of us . himself risks a wondering question before ...
... mind to search into , catching such glimpses as our faculties will allow . On this , Byron has no com- munication to make , no light to offer . He is as profane and ignorant as any one of us . himself risks a wondering question before ...
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... mind almost incredible in a young bride- groom . When we read the journal , so full of fictitious liveliness , yet ... minds are eased from a painful burden . The gates of society may be closed against him , but again there seems a ...
... mind almost incredible in a young bride- groom . When we read the journal , so full of fictitious liveliness , yet ... minds are eased from a painful burden . The gates of society may be closed against him , but again there seems a ...
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Page 114 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep ! He hath awakened from the dream of life. 'Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.
Page 151 - BRIGHT star ! would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night. And watching, with eternal lids apart. Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...
Page 134 - Homer ruled as his demesne ; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold : Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken ; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Page 106 - My soul is an enchanted boat, Which, like a sleeping swan, doth float Upon the silver waves of thy sweet singing ; And thine doth like an angel sit Beside the helm conducting it, Whilst all the winds with melody are ringing.
Page 144 - Saturn, quiet as a stone, Still as the silence round about his lair; Forest on forest hung about his head Like cloud on cloud. No stir of air was there, Not so much life as on a summer's day Robs not one light seed from the feather'd grass, But where the dead leaf fell, there did it rest.
Page 68 - The sky is changed! - and such a change! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers, through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud!
Page 66 - Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men and empires, — 'tis to be forgiven, That in our aspirations to be great, Our destinies o'erleap their mortal state, And claim a kindred with you; for ye are A beauty and a mystery, and create In us such love and reverence from afar, That fortune, fame, power, life, have named themselves a star.
Page 58 - Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again? Whate'er the theme, the maiden sang As if her song could have no ending; I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending; — I listened, motionless and still; And, as I mounted up the hill The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.
Page 262 - With deep affection • And recollection, I often think of Those Shandon bells, "Whose sounds so wild would. In the days of childhood, . . Fling round my cradle Their magic spells. On, this I ponder Where'er I wander, And thus grow fonder, Sweet Cork, of thee,— With thy bells of Shandon, That sound so grand, on The pleasant waters Of the river Lee.
Page 231 - Wow strain I can do myself like any now going ; but the exquisite touch which renders ordinary common-place things and characters interesting from the truth of the description and the sentiment is denied to me.