Papers on Literature and Art, Parts 1-2Wiley and Putnam, 1846 - American literature |
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... pure taste and accurate judgment , and need be tried before no human synod . To them it seems that their present position commands the universe . Thus the essays on the works of others , which are called criti- cisms , are often , in ...
... pure taste and accurate judgment , and need be tried before no human synod . To them it seems that their present position commands the universe . Thus the essays on the works of others , which are called criti- cisms , are often , in ...
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... pure , the full tone of truth ; it perceives that the voice is modu- lated to coax , to persuade , and it turns from the judicious man of the world , calculating the effect to be produced by 6 PAPERS ON LITERATURE AND ART .
... pure , the full tone of truth ; it perceives that the voice is modu- lated to coax , to persuade , and it turns from the judicious man of the world , calculating the effect to be produced by 6 PAPERS ON LITERATURE AND ART .
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... , and the safety of pure motive , we will not talk with him , for we cannot confide in him . We will go to the critic who trusts Genius man . and trusts us , who knows that all good writing A SHORT ESSAY ON CRITICS . 7.
... , and the safety of pure motive , we will not talk with him , for we cannot confide in him . We will go to the critic who trusts Genius man . and trusts us , who knows that all good writing A SHORT ESSAY ON CRITICS . 7.
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... pure gold . I cannot pass on till I know what I feel and why . An object that defies my ut- most rigor of scrutiny is a new step on the stair I am making to the Olympian tables . POET . I think you will not know the gods when you get ...
... pure gold . I cannot pass on till I know what I feel and why . An object that defies my ut- most rigor of scrutiny is a new step on the stair I am making to the Olympian tables . POET . I think you will not know the gods when you get ...
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... little at the boundless affection they de- clared . Our mother has long and often told me of your pure and beneficent life , and I know what you have done for this place and people , but , as I remember , you THE TWO HERBERTS . 19.
... little at the boundless affection they de- clared . Our mother has long and often told me of your pure and beneficent life , and I know what you have done for this place and people , but , as I remember , you THE TWO HERBERTS . 19.
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Page 71 - What thou art we know not: What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Page 72 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Page 37 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...
Page 40 - In speech (which I have not) to make your will Quite clear to such an one, and say, "Just this "Or that in you disgusts me; here you miss, "Or there exceed the mark...
Page 87 - A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear, A stifled, drowsy, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet, no relief, In word, or sigh, or tear O Lady!
Page 74 - Round whose rude shaft dark ivy-tresses grew Yet dripping with the forest's noonday dew, Vibrated, as the ever-beating heart Shook the weak hand that grasped it; of that crew He came the last, neglected and apart; A herd-abandoned deer struck by the hunter's dart.
Page 74 - A love in desolation masked— a Power Girt round with weakness — it can scarce uplift The weight of the superincumbent hour ; It is a dying lamp, a falling shower, A breaking billow ; — even whilst we speak Is it not broken ? On the withering flower The killing sun smiles brightly ; on a cheek The life can burn in blood, even while the heart may break.
Page 157 - Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint old town of toil and traffic, quaint old town of art and song, Memories haunt thy pointed gables, like the rooks that round them throng: Memories of the Middle Ages, when the emperors, rough and bold, Had their dwelling in thy castle, time-defying, centuries old; And thy brave and thrifty burghers boasted, in their uncouth rhyme, That their great imperial city stretched its hand through every clime.
Page 72 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee; Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Page 88 - To lift the smothering weight from off my breast? It were a vain endeavour, Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.