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Page 481
... Boy , " the feelings are those of human nature in general ; though the poet has judiciously laid the scene in the country , in order to place himself in the vicinity of interesting images , without the necessity of ascribing a senti ...
... Boy , " the feelings are those of human nature in general ; though the poet has judiciously laid the scene in the country , in order to place himself in the vicinity of interesting images , without the necessity of ascribing a senti ...
Page 482
... boy's beauty , assisted in recalling them . The other is , that the idiocy of the boy is so evenly balanced by the folly of the mother , as to present to the general reader rather a laughable burlesque on the blindness of anile dotage ...
... boy's beauty , assisted in recalling them . The other is , that the idiocy of the boy is so evenly balanced by the folly of the mother , as to present to the general reader rather a laughable burlesque on the blindness of anile dotage ...
Page 488
... boys , for whom Æsop , by him burlesqued , was designed , is to vitiate their taste , and to give them a poor low turn of thinking : not to mention the vile and slavish principles of the man . He has not only turned Æsop's plain beasts ...
... boys , for whom Æsop , by him burlesqued , was designed , is to vitiate their taste , and to give them a poor low turn of thinking : not to mention the vile and slavish principles of the man . He has not only turned Æsop's plain beasts ...
Page 504
... boys ! the rosy morning calls you up : " - he will be supposed to have some song in his head . But no one suspects this , when he says , 66 А wet morning shall not confine us to our beds . " This then is either a defect in poetry , or ...
... boys ! the rosy morning calls you up : " - he will be supposed to have some song in his head . But no one suspects this , when he says , 66 А wet morning shall not confine us to our beds . " This then is either a defect in poetry , or ...
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... boy image , is an accidental fault , dependent on the age in which the author wrote , and not deduced from the nature of the thing . That it is part of an exploded mythology , is an objection more deeply grounded . Yet when the torch of ...
... boy image , is an accidental fault , dependent on the age in which the author wrote , and not deduced from the nature of the thing . That it is part of an exploded mythology , is an objection more deeply grounded . Yet when the torch of ...
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Page 588 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence: truths that wake, To perish never...
Page 498 - By bud of nobler race : this is an art Which does mend nature, change it rather, but The art itself is nature.
Page 459 - No man was ever yet a great poet, without being at the same time a profound philosopher.
Page 587 - 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 553 - Joyous as morning Thou art laughing and scorning ; Thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest, And, though little troubled with sloth, Drunken Lark ! thou would'st be loth To be such a traveller as I. Happy, happy Liver, With a soul as strong as a mountain river Pouring out praise to the Almighty Giver...
Page 504 - In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And reddening Phoebus lifts his golden fire: The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire: These ears alas! for other notes repine; A different object do these eyes require; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire...
Page 457 - Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on his celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen to west with this disgrace...
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 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 588 - Nor man nor boy, Nor all that is at enmity with joy, Can utterly abolish or destroy ! Hence, in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither ; Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.