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Page 448
... reason why it is so , and not otherwise . If metre be super- added , all other parts must be made consonant with it . They must be such , as to justify the perpetual and distinct attention to each part , which an exact correspondent ...
... reason why it is so , and not otherwise . If metre be super- added , all other parts must be made consonant with it . They must be such , as to justify the perpetual and distinct attention to each part , which an exact correspondent ...
Page 465
... reason than that it would be intolerable in conversation or in prose . Though alas ! even our prose writings , nay even the style of our more set discourses , strive to be in the fashion , and trick themselves out in the soiled and over ...
... reason than that it would be intolerable in conversation or in prose . Though alas ! even our prose writings , nay even the style of our more set discourses , strive to be in the fashion , and trick themselves out in the soiled and over ...
Page 474
... reasons , and converted into mere arti- fices of connexion or ornament , constitute the characteristic falsity in the poetic style of the moderns ; and as far as he has , with equal acuteness and clearness , pointed out the process by ...
... reasons , and converted into mere arti- fices of connexion or ornament , constitute the characteristic falsity in the poetic style of the moderns ; and as far as he has , with equal acuteness and clearness , pointed out the process by ...
Page 484
... reason , but both from the few instances in which the poet himself need be supposed to have been governed by it , and from the comparative inferiority of those instances ; still more must I hesitate in my assent to the sentence which ...
... reason , but both from the few instances in which the poet himself need be supposed to have been governed by it , and from the comparative inferiority of those instances ; still more must I hesitate in my assent to the sentence which ...
Page 500
... reason for their being written metrically ? And , thus continuing , she said , " I had a Son , who many a day Sailed on the seas ; but he is dead ; In Denmark he was cast away ; 9 [ Sentimental Journey and Tristram Shandy . 271 , 312 ...
... reason for their being written metrically ? And , thus continuing , she said , " I had a Son , who many a day Sailed on the seas ; but he is dead ; In Denmark he was cast away ; 9 [ Sentimental Journey and Tristram Shandy . 271 , 312 ...
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Page 582 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realized. High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty thing surprised...
Page 734 - Singing of Mount Abora. Could I revive within me Her symphony and song, To such a deep delight 'twould win me That with music loud and long, I would build that dome in air, That sunny dome!
Page 581 - Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of Childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast: Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise...
Page 555 - Oh ! many are the Poets that are sown By Nature ; men endowed with highest gifts, The vision and the faculty divine ; Yet wanting the accomplishment of verse...
Page 443 - I hoped, might be of some use to ascertain, how far, by fitting to metrical arrangement a selection of the real language of men in a state of vivid sensation...
Page 451 - What is poetry? — is so nearly the same question with, what is a poet? — that the answer to the one is involved in the solution of the other.
Page 520 - Sweet day, so cool, so calm, so bright, The bridal of the earth and sky; The dew shall weep thy fall tonight, For thou must die.
Page 442 - ... things of every day, and to excite a feeling analogous to the supernatural, by awakening the mind's attention from the lethargy of custom, and directing it to the loveliness and the wonders of the world before us; an inexhaustible treasure, but for which, in consequence of the film of familiarity and selfish solicitude, we have eyes, yet see not, ears that hear not, and hearts that neither feel nor understand.
Page 580 - Upon whose grassless floor of red-brown hue, By sheddings from the pining umbrage tinged Perennially — beneath whose sable roof Of boughs, as if for festal purpose decked With unrejoicing berries — ghostly Shapes May meet at noontide; Fear and trembling Hope, Silence and Foresight; Death the Skeleton And Time the Shadow ; — there to celebrate, As in a natural temple scattered o'er With altars undisturbed of mossy stone, United worship ; or in mute repose To lie, and listen to the mountain flood...
Page 530 - Scot,' exclaims the lance — Bear me to the heart of France, Is the longing of the Shield — Tell thy name, thou trembling Field ; Field of Death, where'er thou be, Groan thou with our victory ! Happy day, and mighty hour, When our Shepherd, in his power, Mailed and horsed, with lance and sword, To his ancestors restored, Like a re-appearing Star, Like a glory from afar, First shall head the flock of war...