The Romantic Movement in English PoetryA. Constable, 1909 - 344 Seiten |
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... stanza which is in every way characteristic of his style : - ' Is there a heart that music cannot melt ? Alas ! how is that rugged heart forlorn ! Is there , who ne'er those mystic transports felt Of solitude and melancholy born ? He ...
... stanza which is in every way characteristic of his style : - ' Is there a heart that music cannot melt ? Alas ! how is that rugged heart forlorn ! Is there , who ne'er those mystic transports felt Of solitude and melancholy born ? He ...
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... stanza in particular ( the ninth stanza after the ' Patient ' has started on his uninter- rupted narration to the ' Visitor ' and the ' Physician ' ) of this scene in a madhouse . I am reminded of Poe in the cool terror of some of the ...
... stanza in particular ( the ninth stanza after the ' Patient ' has started on his uninter- rupted narration to the ' Visitor ' and the ' Physician ' ) of this scene in a madhouse . I am reminded of Poe in the cool terror of some of the ...
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... stanza of ' Morgante Maggiore , ' which had lain dormant in England since the Elizabethan age , and had never been used then for more than plain narrative purposes . It was to be such bur- lesque as we get in Sancho Panza : ' the ...
... stanza of ' Morgante Maggiore , ' which had lain dormant in England since the Elizabethan age , and had never been used then for more than plain narrative purposes . It was to be such bur- lesque as we get in Sancho Panza : ' the ...
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... stanza after stanza with this fine and masterly swing : - ' And the bauld windis blew , and the fire flauchtis flew And the sea ran to the skie ; And the thunder it growlit , and the sea - dogs howlit , As we gaed scouryng bye . ' Hogg ...
... stanza after stanza with this fine and masterly swing : - ' And the bauld windis blew , and the fire flauchtis flew And the sea ran to the skie ; And the thunder it growlit , and the sea - dogs howlit , As we gaed scouryng bye . ' Hogg ...
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... stanza ' to its proper harmony . ' When he said to Robert Montgomery , who had asked his opinion on his poems , ' I daresay , Robert , they're gey gude , but I never a ' my life could thole college poetry - it's sae desperate stupid ...
... stanza ' to its proper harmony . ' When he said to Robert Montgomery , who had asked his opinion on his poems , ' I daresay , Robert , they're gey gude , but I never a ' my life could thole college poetry - it's sae desperate stupid ...
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Seite 304 - Dilke on various subjects; several things dove-tailed in my mind, and at once it struck me what quality went to form a Man of Achievement, especially in Literature, and which Shakespeare possessed so enormously— I mean Negative Capability, that is, when a man is capable of being in uncertainties, mysteries, doubts, without any irritable reaching after fact and reason...
Seite 83 - Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is- the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all science.
Seite 84 - It may be safely affirmed that there neither is, nor can be, any essential difference between the language of prose and metrical composition.
Seite 241 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings, strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe — into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak ; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
Seite 84 - I hoped, might be of some use to ascertain, how far, by fitting to metrical arrangement a selection of the real language of men in a state of vivid sensation, that sort of pleasure and that quantity of pleasure may be imparted, which a Poet may rationally endeavour to impart.
Seite 138 - My shaping spirit of Imagination. For not to think of what I needs must feel, But to be still and patient, all I can; And haply by abstruse research to steal From my own nature all the natural man — This was my sole resource, my only plan: Till that which suits a part infects the whole, And now is almost grown the habit of my soul.
Seite 40 - Whether in Heaven ye wander fair, Or the green corners of the earth, Or the blue regions of the air, Where the melodious winds have birth; Whether on crystal rocks ye rove, Beneath the bosom of the sea Wandering in many a coral grove Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry! How have you left the ancient love That bards of old enjoyed in you! The languid strings do scarcely move! The sound is forced, the notes are few!
Seite 156 - Give glory to the Lord your God, before he cause darkness, and before your feet stumble upon the dark mountains, and, while ye look for light, he turn it into the shadow of death, and make it gross darkness.
Seite 231 - The mountain sheep are sweeter, But the valley sheep are fatter ; We therefore deemed it meeter To carry off the latter.
Seite 311 - The Imagination may be compared to Adam's dream, — he awoke and found it truth...