Colloquies, Desultory, But Chiefly Upon Poetry and Poets: Between an Elder, Enthusiastic, and an Apostle of the LawOrr and Company and Houlston and Stonemen, 1844 - 268 oldal |
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1. oldal
... pleasure . He sees all the light and hears all the music about him - and this is POETRY . " There is not a change in the MANY thanks , O charming MARY RUSSELL MITFORD ! for a short and satisfactory definition of a theme , which , when ...
... pleasure . He sees all the light and hears all the music about him - and this is POETRY . " There is not a change in the MANY thanks , O charming MARY RUSSELL MITFORD ! for a short and satisfactory definition of a theme , which , when ...
10. oldal
... pleasurable steps . The business of oral confession is embarrassing to the most voluble tongue , if the tale it tells to the ear mostly concerned be one of truth ; but the embarras augmenteth mightily if another 10 INTRODUCTORY CHAPTER .
... pleasurable steps . The business of oral confession is embarrassing to the most voluble tongue , if the tale it tells to the ear mostly concerned be one of truth ; but the embarras augmenteth mightily if another 10 INTRODUCTORY CHAPTER .
16. oldal
... sterner engagements , in the coil of which , narrowing as it did the boundaries of all * It was the cantatrice of that name who sung . previous pleasures , I syllabled , in con expressione monotony 16 INTRODUCTORY CHAPTER .
... sterner engagements , in the coil of which , narrowing as it did the boundaries of all * It was the cantatrice of that name who sung . previous pleasures , I syllabled , in con expressione monotony 16 INTRODUCTORY CHAPTER .
17. oldal
... pleasures , I syllabled , in con expressione monotony , " Ah , happy years ! who would not be again a boy ? " Let all on the side male who cannot plead guilt- less of this ejaculation , in spirit if not in the very letter , come with me ...
... pleasures , I syllabled , in con expressione monotony , " Ah , happy years ! who would not be again a boy ? " Let all on the side male who cannot plead guilt- less of this ejaculation , in spirit if not in the very letter , come with me ...
20. oldal
... pleasurable , though certainly less profitable , if estimated by the Hudibrastic standard- " What is the worth of any thing But so much money as ' twill bring ? ” Then , too , I had scruples , suggested by admiration of Consistency and ...
... pleasurable , though certainly less profitable , if estimated by the Hudibrastic standard- " What is the worth of any thing But so much money as ' twill bring ? ” Then , too , I had scruples , suggested by admiration of Consistency and ...
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admiration beauty bliss bosom breath character charm Church cloud COLLOQUY Conscience contemplation dark Death deep delight divine dread earth effect ELDER eloquent eternal faculties Faery Queene fair faith fancy Father feeling flow flowers gentle glory grandeur grief hath hear heart heaven Hermione holy honor hope hour human human clay idlesse imagination immortal infinite influence innu Ivy Lodge King lament light living look Lord lyre Madame de Stael man's Massillon melody ment mighty Milton mind mirth moral morning mother Nature never Night noble Paradise passion pity pleasant pleasure Poet Poet's poetic Poetry praise rapture regard religious Robert Herrick ROMSEY Rydal Mount scene season Shakspeare sigh sleep smile song sorrow soul sphere spirit stir sublime Sun's Darling sweet sympathy thee things thou thought Troilus and Cressida Truth voice wing wing of Hope Winter's Tale Wordsworth youth
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142. oldal - tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, ^ That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
115. oldal - We rest. — A dream has power to poison sleep ; We rise. — One wandering thought pollutes the day ; We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep; Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away : It is the same!
151. oldal - I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho
139. oldal - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more ; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep...
72. oldal - More sweet than odours caught by him who sails Near spicy shores of Araby the blest, A thousand times more exquisitely sweet, The freight of holy feeling which we meet, In thoughtful moments, wafted by the gales From fields where good men walk, or bowers wherein they rest.
179. oldal - I have not loved the world, nor the world me; I have not flattered its rank breath, nor bow'd To its idolatries a patient knee, Nor coin'd my cheek to smiles, - nor cried aloud In worship of an echo; in the crowd They could not deem me one of such; I stood Among them, but not of them; in a shroud Of thoughts which were not their thoughts, and still could, Had I not filed my mind, which thus itself subdued.
141. oldal - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod...
146. oldal - Why should we thus, with an untoward mind, And in the weakness of humanity, From natural wisdom turn our hearts away, To natural comfort shut our eyes and ears, And, feeding on disquiet, thus disturb The calm of nature with our restless thoughts?
152. oldal - Though thy clime Be fickle, and thy year most part deform'd With dripping rains, or wither'd by a frost, I would not yet exchange thy sullen skies, And fields without a flower, for warmer France With all her vines ; nor for Ausonia's groves Of golden fruitage, and her myrtle bowers.
161. oldal - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.