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... poet most loved of poets , loved of Milton , loved of Pope , loved of Wordsworth , loved of Keats ; and the poet of the best - known poem in our language ; and the poet who , far more than any other English poet , has changed the lives ...
... poet most loved of poets , loved of Milton , loved of Pope , loved of Wordsworth , loved of Keats ; and the poet of the best - known poem in our language ; and the poet who , far more than any other English poet , has changed the lives ...
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... poetic Don Quixote . We are aware of ourselves and other human beings as soon as we are aware of anything , while many of us - perhaps the majority - pass the whole of life without ever being aware of art at all . Ars longa , vita ...
... poetic Don Quixote . We are aware of ourselves and other human beings as soon as we are aware of anything , while many of us - perhaps the majority - pass the whole of life without ever being aware of art at all . Ars longa , vita ...
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... poet in whom the equipoise of art and life begins to be seen in something like perfection . Here at last was a man who understood life and had mastered his difficult art : who had something to say and knew how to say it . We can never ...
... poet in whom the equipoise of art and life begins to be seen in something like perfection . Here at last was a man who understood life and had mastered his difficult art : who had something to say and knew how to say it . We can never ...
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... poet of the greatest of all subjects . But his task is not to anticipate the world which was coming ; it is to sum up in one mighty work of art the whole life , learning , and politics of a world which was rapidly passing away . Nowhere ...
... poet of the greatest of all subjects . But his task is not to anticipate the world which was coming ; it is to sum up in one mighty work of art the whole life , learning , and politics of a world which was rapidly passing away . Nowhere ...
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... poet can be ; but no man , or at least no poet or artist , whatever may be true of a man of science , can get out of his own age altogether . Lover of light and freedom as Chaucer is , he is still a man of the Middle Age which loved ...
... poet can be ; but no man , or at least no poet or artist , whatever may be true of a man of science , can get out of his own age altogether . Lover of light and freedom as Chaucer is , he is still a man of the Middle Age which loved ...
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Page 177 - Two Voices are there ; one is of the Sea, One of the Mountains ; each a mighty Voice : In both from age to age Thou didst rejoice, They were thy chosen Music, Liberty...
Page 40 - Twilight gray had in her sober livery all things clad : Silence accompanied ; for Beast and Bird, they to their grassy couch, these to their nests, were slunk, — all but the wakeful nightingale; she, all night long, her amorous descant sung; Silence was pleased. Now...
Page 26 - One who never turned his back but marched breast forward, Never doubted clouds would break, Never dreamed, though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, Held we fall to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake.
Page 29 - Take but degree away, untune that string, And, hark, what discord follows ! each thing meets In mere oppugnancy : the bounded waters Should lift their bosoms higher than the shores, And make a sop of all this solid globe : Strength should be lord of imbecility, And the rude son should strike his father dead : Force should be right ; or rather, right and wrong (Between whose endless jar justice resides), Should lose their names, and so should justice too.
Page 32 - This feather stirs; she lives! If it be so, It is a chance which does redeem all sorrows That ever I have felt.
Page 177 - There came a tyrant, and with holy glee Thou fought'st against him ; but hast vainly striven : Thou from thy Alpine holds at length art driven, Where not a torrent murmurs heard by thee. Of one deep bliss thine ear hath been bereft : Then cleave, O cleave to that which still is left ; For, high-souled maid, what sorrow would it be That mountain floods should thunder as before, And ocean bellow from his rocky shore, And neither awful voice be heard by thee...
Page 246 - Tis a note of enchantment ; what ails her ? She sees A mountain ascending, a vision of trees; Bright volumes of vapour through Lothbury glide, And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside.
Page 74 - A goodly portly man, i' faith, and a corpulent of a cheerful look, a pleasing eye, and a most noble: carriage ; and, as I think, his age some fifty, or, by'r lady, inclining to threescore, and now I remember me, his name is Falstaff: if that man should be lewdly given, he deceiveth me ; for, Harry, I see virtue in his looks. If then the tree may...
Page 27 - All is best, though we oft doubt, What the unsearchable dispose Of highest wisdom brings about, And ever best found in the close.
Page 262 - Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire; Hands that the rod of empire might have swayed, Or waked to ecstasy the living lyre...