Poets and ProblemsHoughton, Mifflin & Company, 1886 - 386 pages |
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... human spirits ? Wherewith makes he the elements obey ? Is't not the stream of song that out his bosom springs , And to his heart the world back circling brings ? - Goethe . POETRY interprets in two ways : it interprets by expressing ...
... human spirits ? Wherewith makes he the elements obey ? Is't not the stream of song that out his bosom springs , And to his heart the world back circling brings ? - Goethe . POETRY interprets in two ways : it interprets by expressing ...
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... human knowledge , human thoughts , human passions , emotions , language . " Matthew Arnold truly says that poetry does not consist in " the power of drawing out in black and white an explanation of the mystery of the universe , but the ...
... human knowledge , human thoughts , human passions , emotions , language . " Matthew Arnold truly says that poetry does not consist in " the power of drawing out in black and white an explanation of the mystery of the universe , but the ...
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... human beings join with him , rejoices in the pres- ence of truth as our visible friend and hourly companion . " We may To know is not enough for man . know all about the stars ; but that knowledge does not take the place of the awe and ...
... human beings join with him , rejoices in the pres- ence of truth as our visible friend and hourly companion . " We may To know is not enough for man . know all about the stars ; but that knowledge does not take the place of the awe and ...
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... human experience concerning which no definite account can be given ; where all words fail ; about which all we know is to be obtained by hints , symbols , poetic figures , and imagings . Poetry is truer and more helpful than prose ...
... human experience concerning which no definite account can be given ; where all words fail ; about which all we know is to be obtained by hints , symbols , poetic figures , and imagings . Poetry is truer and more helpful than prose ...
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... human hearts . As one note of music accords with and com- pletes another , the poet takes the universe into himself ... humanity . He is the creature of the deepest affection of these wedded ones , and cher- ished of them both with a ...
... human hearts . As one note of music accords with and com- pletes another , the poet takes the universe into himself ... humanity . He is the creature of the deepest affection of these wedded ones , and cher- ished of them both with a ...
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æsthetic affection artistic aspirations beauty believes Browning Browning's Carlyle character charm conception critic delight dramatic emotions English eternal expression eyes faculties faith feeling fresh genius George Eliot German idealism gift given gives God's Goethe growth harmony heart Hegel higher highest human ideal imagination impulse Infinite influence insight inspiration instinct interest interpretation intuition King Arthur literary literature living Locksley Hall look man's manifestations manner Matthew Arnold meaning mediæval melody ment method mind moral nature never noble Oxford movement passion perfect personality philosophy poems poet poet's poetic poetry political economy present prose purpose relations religion revealed Ruskin says sense sentiment Shakspere sings social song Sordello soul spirit Stones of Venice Sydney Dobell sympathy teach tendencies Tennyson theories things thought tion true truth utterance verse Victorian era vidual vision waste land whole words Wordsworth worth writings
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Page 356 - Then, welcome each rebuff That turns earth's smoothness rough, Each sting that bids nor sit nor stand but go! Be our joys three-parts pain! Strive, and hold cheap the strain; Learn, nor account the pang; dare, never grudge the throe!
Page 357 - So, take and use thy work : Amend what flaws may lurk, What strain o' the stuff, what warpings past the aim! My times be in thy hand!
Page 30 - What soul was his, when, from the naked top Of some bold headland, he beheld the sun Rise up, and bathe the world in light ! He looked — Ocean and earth, the solid frame of earth And ocean's liquid mass, beneath him lay In gladness and deep joy. The clouds were touched, And in their silent faces could he read Unutterable love.
Page 29 - I thought the sparrow's note from heaven, Singing at dawn on the alder bough ; I brought him home, in his nest, at even ; He sings the song, but it cheers not now, For I did not bring home the river and sky; — He sang to my ear, — they sang to my eye.
Page 343 - I have gone the whole round of creation: I saw and I spoke. I, a work of God's hand for that purpose, received in my brain, And pronounced on, the rest of his handwork, — returned him again His creation's approval or censure; I spoke as I saw. I report, as a man may of God's work: all's love, yet all's law.
Page 345 - A Face like my face that receives thee; a Man like to me, "Thou shalt love and be loved by, for ever: a Hand like this hand "Shall throw open the gates of new life to thee! See the Christ stand!
Page 161 - The wages of sin is death : if the wages of Virtue be dust, Would she have heart to endure for the life of the worm and the fly? She desires no isles of the blest, no quiet seats of the just, To rest in a golden grove, or to bask in a summer sky: Give her the wages of going on, and not to die.
Page 356 - Fool! All that is, at all, Lasts ever, past recall; Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure: What entered into thee, That was, is, and shall be : Time's wheel runs back or stops: Potter and clay endure.
Page 345 - Could I wrestle to raise him from sorrow, grow poor to enrich, To fill up his life, starve my own out, I would — knowing which, I know that my service is perfect.
Page 124 - Not for itself, but thro' thy living love For one to whom I made it o'er his grave Sacred, accept this old imperfect tale, New-old, and shadowing Sense at war with Soul Rather than that gray king, whose name, a ghost, Streams like a cloud, man-shaped, from mountain peak, And cleaves to cairn and cromlech still...