Lectures delivered before the University of Oxford, 1868. (Lectures on poetry). |
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... appear , I have only to say in other words much the same as I said on a former occasion . When people talk of a feeling for poetry they are guided by a just instinct . The north country mathematician observed , after reading ' Virgil ...
... appear , I have only to say in other words much the same as I said on a former occasion . When people talk of a feeling for poetry they are guided by a just instinct . The north country mathematician observed , after reading ' Virgil ...
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... appear , I have only to say in other words much the same as I said on a former occasion . When people talk of a feeling for poetry they are guided by a just instinct . The north country mathematician observed , after reading ' Virgil ...
... appear , I have only to say in other words much the same as I said on a former occasion . When people talk of a feeling for poetry they are guided by a just instinct . The north country mathematician observed , after reading ' Virgil ...
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... from without . Still , in spite of Burke and all his wisdom , to many of my generation it appears as if the times were big with ominous change , as if this , our era of humanity , was coming to an end ; whilst the 42 WORDSWORTH .
... from without . Still , in spite of Burke and all his wisdom , to many of my generation it appears as if the times were big with ominous change , as if this , our era of humanity , was coming to an end ; whilst the 42 WORDSWORTH .
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... , always commands an attentive hearing . And , such being the case , it appears to me that the memorials of a great soul have at least as much claim upon our indulgence as ' The Memorials of a Quiet Life 48 WORDSWORTH .
... , always commands an attentive hearing . And , such being the case , it appears to me that the memorials of a great soul have at least as much claim upon our indulgence as ' The Memorials of a Quiet Life 48 WORDSWORTH .
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... with purpose of its own And measured motion , like a living thing , Strode after me.-K.T.A. Other passages abound , showing how identical the tone of 1 Nature . no more . thought and feeling appears to be in WORDSWORTH . 53.
... with purpose of its own And measured motion , like a living thing , Strode after me.-K.T.A. Other passages abound , showing how identical the tone of 1 Nature . no more . thought and feeling appears to be in WORDSWORTH . 53.
Términos y frases comunes
appears battle beauty become believe belong beneath better breath bright called character comes criticism dark death doubt dream earth effect English eyes fear feel flowers force genius give given hand heart Homer honour hope hour human imagination influence interest kind King known Lady least leave lecture less light lines living look Lord lost Macbeth Marmion mean memory mind natural never night noble once original overmastered passages passed passion perhaps play poem poet poetical poetry Prelude present reason rest round scene Scott seems sense Shakspere soul speak spirit stand strength strong sure tell things thou thought touch tragedy true truth turn verse whilst whole wild Wordsworth writing written young youth
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Página 185 - By just his horse's mane, a boy: you hardly could suspect — (So tight he kept his lips compressed, scarce any blood came through) You looked twice ere you saw his breast was all but shot in two. "Well," cried he, "Emperor, by God's grace we've got you Ratisbon!
Página 26 - Magnificent The morning rose, in memorable pomp, Glorious as e'er I had beheld — in front, The sea lay laughing at a distance ; near, The solid mountains shone, bright as the clouds, Grain-tinctured, drenched in empyrean light ; And in the meadows and the lower grounds Was all the sweetness of a common dawn-- Dews, vapours, and the melody of birds, And labourers going forth to till the fields.
Página 27 - Nor uninformed with Phantasy, and looks That threaten the profane; a pillared shade, Upon whose grassless floor of red-brown hue, By sheddings from the pining umbrage tinged Perennially — beneath whose sable roof Of boughs, as if for festal purpose decked With unrejoicing berries — ghostly Shapes May meet at noontide; Fear and trembling Hope, Silence and Foresight; Death the Skeleton And Time the Shadow ; — there to celebrate, As in a natural temple scattered o'er With altars undisturbed of...
Página 27 - But worthier still of note Are those fraternal Four of Borrowdale, Joined in one solemn and capacious grove; Huge trunks ! and each particular trunk a growth Of intertwisted fibres serpentine Up-coiling, and inveterately convolved ; Nor uninformed with Phantasy, and looks That threaten the profane; — a pillared shade, Yew-trees.
Página 135 - At length the freshening western blast Aside the shroud of battle cast. And, first, the ridge of mingled spears Above the brightening cloud appears ; And in the smoke the pennons flew, As in the storm the white sea-mew. Then marked they, dashing broad and far, The broken billows of the war, And plumed crests of chieftains brave, Floating like foam upon the wave...
Página 167 - Methinks I should know you, and know this man; Yet I am doubtful: for I am mainly ignorant What place this is; and all the skill I have Remembers not these garments; nor I know not Where I did lodge last night.
Página 160 - Poor naked wretches, wheresoe'er you are, That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm, How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides, Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you From seasons such as these ? O, I have ta'en Too little care of this ! Take physic, pomp ; Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel, That thou mayst shake the superflux to them, And show the heavens more just.
Página 133 - But see ! look up — on Flodden bent The Scottish foe has fired his tent. " And sudden, as he spoke, From the sharp ridges of the hill. All downward to the banks of Till, Was wreathed in sable smoke. Volumed and...
Página 136 - Crests rose, and stoop'd, and rose again, Wild and disorderly. Amid the scene of tumult, high They saw Lord Marmion's falcon fly : And stainless Tunstall's banner white, And Edmund Howard's lion bright...
Página 53 - I dipped my oars into the silent lake, And, as I rose upon the stroke, my boat Went heaving through the water like a swan ; When, from behind that craggy steep till then The horizon's bound, a huge peak, black and huge, As if with voluntary power instinct, Upreared its head.