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Page 123
... figures on a scale of sur- passing magnificence . While painting in these figures , he seems to reduce their proportions too much to the level of earthly life . He quits his god - creating , heaven - com- pelling throne of mythopoeic ...
... figures on a scale of sur- passing magnificence . While painting in these figures , he seems to reduce their proportions too much to the level of earthly life . He quits his god - creating , heaven - com- pelling throne of mythopoeic ...
Page 124
... figures . Yet in the subordi- nate passages of the poem , the true mythopoeic faculty- the faculty of finding concrete forms for thought , and of investing emotion with personality - shines forth with extraordinary force and clearness ...
... figures . Yet in the subordi- nate passages of the poem , the true mythopoeic faculty- the faculty of finding concrete forms for thought , and of investing emotion with personality - shines forth with extraordinary force and clearness ...
Page 127
... figures for the presentation of his ruling group . Yet there appears to my mind a defect of accom- plishment , rather than a deliberate intention , in the delineation of Orsino . He seems meant to be the wily , crafty , Machiavellian ...
... figures for the presentation of his ruling group . Yet there appears to my mind a defect of accom- plishment , rather than a deliberate intention , in the delineation of Orsino . He seems meant to be the wily , crafty , Machiavellian ...
Page 130
... figure was emaciated , and somewhat bent , owing to near - sighted- ness , and his being forced to lean over his books , with his eyes almost touching them ; his hair , still profuse , and curling naturally , was partially interspersed ...
... figure was emaciated , and somewhat bent , owing to near - sighted- ness , and his being forced to lean over his books , with his eyes almost touching them ; his hair , still profuse , and curling naturally , was partially interspersed ...
Page 203
... figures , and figures and mien which express ( O how unlike the French ! ) a mixture of the coquette and prude , which reminds me of the worst characteristics of the English . Everything but humanity is in much greater perfection here ...
... figures , and figures and mien which express ( O how unlike the French ! ) a mixture of the coquette and prude , which reminds me of the worst characteristics of the English . Everything but humanity is in much greater perfection here ...
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Page 501 - His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there All new successions to the forms they wear; Torturing th' unwilling dross that checks its flight To its own likeness, as each mass may bear; And bursting in its beauty and its might From trees and beasts and men into the Heaven's light.
Page 507 - That Light whose smile kindles the Universe, That Beauty in which all things work and move, That Benediction which the eclipsing Curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst; now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
Page 499 - Midst others of less note, came one frail Form. A phantom among men; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell; he, as I guess, Had gazed on Nature's naked loveliness, Actaeon-like, and now he fled astray With feeble steps o'er the world's wilderness, And his own thoughts, along that rugged way, Pursued, like raging hounds, their father and their prey.
Page 501 - He is made one with Nature. There is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder, to the song of night's sweet bird : He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone, Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own, Which wields the world with never wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above. XLIII. He is a portion of the loveliness Which once he made more lovely : he doth bear His part, while...
Page 511 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Page 505 - Go thou to Rome, — at once the Paradise, The grave, the city, and the wilderness ; And where its wrecks like shattered mountains rise, And flowering weeds, and fragrant copses dress The bones of Desolation's nakedness Pass, till the Spirit of the spot shall lead Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead, A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread.
Page 403 - ... when composition begins, inspiration is already on the decline, and the most glorious poetry that has ever been communicated to the world is probably a feeble shadow of the original conceptions of the poet.
Page 402 - Poetry is indeed something divine. It is at once the centre and circumference of knowledge ; it is that which comprehends all science, and that to which all science must be referred. It is at the same time the root and blossom of all other systems of thought...
Page 526 - Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side? Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee ! Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night — Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon!
Page 526 - Death will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night — Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon ! 1821.