Lectures on the English Poets: Delivered at the Surrey InstitutionThomas Dobson and Son, at the Stone house, no. 41, South Second Street. William Fry, printer., 1818 - English poetry - 331 pages |
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... sentiment , than any other writer , except Boccaccio . In depth of simple pathos , and inten- sity of conception , never swerving from his sub- ject , I think no other writer comes near him , not even the Greek tragedians . I wish to be ...
... sentiment , than any other writer , except Boccaccio . In depth of simple pathos , and inten- sity of conception , never swerving from his sub- ject , I think no other writer comes near him , not even the Greek tragedians . I wish to be ...
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... sentiment remains unimpaired and unalterable . It is of that kind , " that heaves no sigh , that sheds no tear ; " but it hangs upon the beatings of the heart ; it is a part of the very being ; it is as inseparable from it as the breath ...
... sentiment remains unimpaired and unalterable . It is of that kind , " that heaves no sigh , that sheds no tear ; " but it hangs upon the beatings of the heart ; it is a part of the very being ; it is as inseparable from it as the breath ...
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... sentiment , which are not to be found in the Italian writer . Farther , Spenser is even more of an inventor in the subject - matter . There is an originality , richness , and variety in his allegorical personages and fictions , which ...
... sentiment , which are not to be found in the Italian writer . Farther , Spenser is even more of an inventor in the subject - matter . There is an originality , richness , and variety in his allegorical personages and fictions , which ...
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... sentiment , the airy dream that hovers over it ! With all this , Spenser neither makes us laugh nor weep . The only jest in his poem is an allegori- cal play upon words , where he describes Malbecco as escaping in the herd of goats ...
... sentiment , the airy dream that hovers over it ! With all this , Spenser neither makes us laugh nor weep . The only jest in his poem is an allegori- cal play upon words , where he describes Malbecco as escaping in the herd of goats ...
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... sentiment and ro- mance - all that belongs to distant objects of terror , and uncertain , imaginary distress . His strength , in like manner , is not strength of will or action , of bone and muscle , nor is it coarse and palpable - but ...
... sentiment and ro- mance - all that belongs to distant objects of terror , and uncertain , imaginary distress . His strength , in like manner , is not strength of will or action , of bone and muscle , nor is it coarse and palpable - but ...
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Page 326 - Each spake words of high disdain And insult to his heart's best brother: They parted — ne'er to meet again! But never either found another To free the hollow heart from paining — They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs which had been rent asunder A dreary sea now flows between ; — But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder, Shall wholly do away, I ween, The marks of that which once hath been.
Page 148 - He draweth out the thread of his verbosity finer than the staple of his argument.
Page 143 - Tis with our judgments as our watches, none Go just alike, yet each believes his own.
Page 227 - Unanxious for ourselves; and only wish, As duteous sons, our fathers were more wise. At thirty man suspects himself a fool ; Knows it at forty, and reforms his plan ; At fifty chides his infamous delay, Pushes his prudent purpose to resolve; In all the magnanimity of thought, Resolves, and re-resolves, then dies the same. And why? because he thinks himself immortal. All men think all men mortal, but themselves; Themselves, when some alarming shock of fate Strikes thro...
Page 226 - tis madness to defer: Next day the fatal precedent will plead ; Thus on, till wisdom is push'd out of life. Procrastination is the thief of time ; Year after year it steals, till all are fled, And to the mercies of a moment leaves The vast concerns of an eternal scene.
Page 326 - Alas! they had been friends in youth; But whispering tongues can poison truth; And constancy lives in realms above; And life is thorny; and youth is vain; And to be wroth with one we love Doth work like madness in the brain.
Page 264 - But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed ; Or like the snow falls in the river, A moment white — then melts for ever ; Or like the borealis race, That flit ere you can point their place ; Or like the rainbow's lovely form Evanishing amid the storm. Nae man can tether time or tide ; The hour approaches Tarn maun ride ; That hour, o...
Page 130 - Others more mild, Retreated in a silent valley, sing With notes angelical to many a harp Their own heroic deeds and hapless fall By doom of battle ; and complain that fate ' Free virtue should enthrall to force or chance.
Page 114 - I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amorist or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite, nor to be obtained by the invocation of Dame Memory and her siren daughters...
Page 329 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind ; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be ; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering ; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.