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... true and genuine result , which it does not fall within the province of Science to investigate , but which it is one peculiar function of Poetry to seize , and , as far as may be , to in- terpret . That the beauty which looks from the ...
... true and genuine result , which it does not fall within the province of Science to investigate , but which it is one peculiar function of Poetry to seize , and , as far as may be , to in- terpret . That the beauty which looks from the ...
Page viii
... true and new thoughts in his recent Essay on Wordsworth's Ethics ; some thoughts derived from the two latter writers I have tried to inter- weave into the last chapter of my book . As to the book itself , I am well aware how small a ...
... true and new thoughts in his recent Essay on Wordsworth's Ethics ; some thoughts derived from the two latter writers I have tried to inter- weave into the last chapter of my book . As to the book itself , I am well aware how small a ...
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... true Poetry , and has been working itself clearer , and making itself more powerfully felt , as the world grows older . The Higher Life encompassing the life both of Man and of Nature ; the deeper Foundation on which both ultimately ...
... true Poetry , and has been working itself clearer , and making itself more powerfully felt , as the world grows older . The Higher Life encompassing the life both of Man and of Nature ; the deeper Foundation on which both ultimately ...
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... true , if it have not a real foundation in the nature of things , if genuine Poetry be not as true a form of thinking as any other , indeed one of the highest forms of human thought , then I should not recommend any one to waste time on ...
... true , if it have not a real foundation in the nature of things , if genuine Poetry be not as true a form of thinking as any other , indeed one of the highest forms of human thought , then I should not recommend any one to waste time on ...
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... of the Poet's art , the answer , supposing what I have said to be true , is , the whole range of exist- ence ; wherever the sensations , thoughts , feelings of man can travel , there the Poet may be THE SOURCES OF POETRY . 21.
... of the Poet's art , the answer , supposing what I have said to be true , is , the whole range of exist- ence ; wherever the sensations , thoughts , feelings of man can travel , there the Poet may be THE SOURCES OF POETRY . 21.
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Æneid affections appearances aspect awaken beauty Book of Job breath Burns called calm Catullus Chaucer color comes Cowper delight described Divine dwell earth Eclogues emotion English poet English poetry etry expression external face of Nature faculty faith feeling felt flowers forms Georgics Grasmere Greek Hawkshead heart heaven highest hills Homer human Iliad images imagination instinct landscape language light living look Lucretius meaning mental Milton mind mood moral mountains Nature's never night o'er object observation Odyssey Ossian outer world outward world passage passed Pathetic Fallacy perhaps philosophy poem poet poet's poetic poetry present reason rural scenery scenes Science Scottish seen sense sentiment Shakespeare sight sole sister song sorrow soul speaks spectacle spirit Stopford Brooke sympathy tender Theocritus things Thomson thought tion true truth Universe utterance Virgil vivid Warwickshire whole wild wind wonder words Wordsworth
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Page 207 - O'erhang his wavy bed, Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As...
Page 125 - Love had he found in huts where poor Men lie : His daily Teachers had been Woods and Rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
Page 117 - O, it is monstrous! monstrous! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i" the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Page 179 - The current, that with gentle murmur glides, Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage ; But, when his fair course is not hindered, He makes sweet music with the enamel'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage ; And so by many winding nooks he strays, With willing sport, to the wild ocean...
Page 199 - And wait the' approaching sign to strike, at once, Into the general choir. Even mountains, vales, And forests seem, impatient, to demand The promised sweetness. Man superior walks Amid the glad creation, musing praise, And looking lively gratitude. At last, The clouds consign their treasures to the fields ; And, softly shaking on the dimpled pool Prelusive drops, let all their moisture flow, In large effusion, o'er the freshened world. The stealing shower is scarce to patter heard, By such as wander...
Page 48 - What soul was his, when, from the naked top Of some bold headland, he beheld the sun Rise up, and bathe the world in light...
Page 129 - When on some gilded cloud or flower My gazing soul would dwell an hour, And in those weaker glories spy Some shadows of eternity; Before I taught my tongue to wound My conscience with a sinful sound.
Page 177 - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day ; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond "Which keeps me pale...
Page 216 - How oft upon yon eminence our pace Has slackened to a pause, and we have borne The ruffling wind, scarce conscious that it blew, While Admiration, feeding at the eye, And still unsated, dwelt upon the scene.
Page 214 - tis true; but gouty limb, Though on a sofa, may I never feel: For I have loved the rural walk through lanes Of grassy swarth, close cropped by nibbling sheep, And skirted thick with intertexture firm Of thorny boughs; have loved the rural walk O'er hills, through valleys, and by rivers...