The Makers of Modern English: A Popular Handbook to the Greater Poets of the CenturyHodder & Stoughton, 1893 - 375 pages |
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... delight . To poets who never ventured beyond a park or garden , and thought that Fleet Street provided every interest that human imagination could desire , the wild work of Macpherson was a revelation . He had managed to utter a need ...
... delight . To poets who never ventured beyond a park or garden , and thought that Fleet Street provided every interest that human imagination could desire , the wild work of Macpherson was a revelation . He had managed to utter a need ...
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... delight in old age ; Tennyson says , " Crabbe has a world of his own ; " while Newman , in one of his " Addresses to the Catholics of Dublin , " tells us that he had read one of his poems " on its first publication with extreme delight ...
... delight in old age ; Tennyson says , " Crabbe has a world of his own ; " while Newman , in one of his " Addresses to the Catholics of Dublin , " tells us that he had read one of his poems " on its first publication with extreme delight ...
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... delight of the school - girl ; they were read by noble lords and needy apprentices , society beauties and ... delightful wickedness about him dear to many female hearts which would shudder to confess the feeling . Byron had to deplore ...
... delight of the school - girl ; they were read by noble lords and needy apprentices , society beauties and ... delightful wickedness about him dear to many female hearts which would shudder to confess the feeling . Byron had to deplore ...
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... delight , Can touch him not and torture not again ; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure , and now can never mourn A heart grown cold , a head grown grey in vain . CHAPTER VI . JOHN KEATS . [ Born in Moorfields ...
... delight , Can touch him not and torture not again ; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure , and now can never mourn A heart grown cold , a head grown grey in vain . CHAPTER VI . JOHN KEATS . [ Born in Moorfields ...
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... and the intensity of its delights . In order to create such a world , he went back to the legends of ancient Greece and the stories of medieval life . Το him the vision of modern life was tame and vulgar JOHN KEATS . 53.
... and the intensity of its delights . In order to create such a world , he went back to the legends of ancient Greece and the stories of medieval life . Το him the vision of modern life was tame and vulgar JOHN KEATS . 53.
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Page 282 - The year's at the spring And day's at the morn; Morning's at seven; The hill-side's dew-pearled; The lark's on the wing; The snail's on the thorn: God's in his heaven — All's right with the world!
Page 132 - In our halls is hung Armoury of the invincible knights of old : We must be free or die, who speak the tongue That Shakespeare spake ; the faith and morals hold Which Milton held.
Page 263 - Therefore to whom turn I but to thee, the ineffable Name? Builder and maker, thou, of houses not made with hands! What, have fear of change from thee who art ever the same? Doubt that thy power can fill the heart that thy power expands? There shall never be one lost good! What was, shall live as before...
Page 93 - How exquisitely the individual Mind (And the progressive powers perhaps no less Of the whole species) to the external World Is fitted : — and how exquisitely, too — Theme this but little heard of among men — The external World is fitted to the Mind ; And the creation (by no lower name Can it be called) which they with blended might Accomplish : — this is our high argument.
Page 116 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Page 45 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again; From the contagion of the world's slow stain He is secure, and now can never mourn A heart grown cold, a head grown gray in vain; Nor, when the spirit's self has ceased to burn, With sparkless ashes load an unlamented urn.
Page 260 - All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good shall exist ; Not its semblance but itself; no beauty, nor good nor power Whose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the melodist When eternity affirms the conception of an hour.
Page 133 - Whose powers shed round him in the common strife, Or mild concerns of ordinary life, A constant influence, a peculiar grace; But who, if he be called upon to face Some awful moment to which Heaven has joined Great issues, good or bad for human kind, Is happy as a Lover; and attired With sudden brightness, like a Man inspired...
Page 93 - I, long before the blissful hour arrives, Would chant, in lonely peace, the spousal verse Of this great consummation — and, by words Which speak of nothing more than what we are, Would I arouse the sensual from their sleep Of Death, and win the vacant and the vain To noble raptures...
Page 313 - Brimming, and bright, and large ; then sands begin To hem his watery march, and dam his streams, And split his currents ; that for many a league The shorn and parcell'd Oxus strains along Through beds of sand and matted rushy isles — Oxus, forgetting the bright speed he had In his high mountain- cradle in Pamere...