Lectures delivered before the University of Oxford, 1868. (Lectures on poetry). |
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... believe that most of his admirers would agree that about the time when Wordsworth wrote " The Brothers , ' and other exquisite poems whose name is legion , he was moving onwards in all the freshness and power and majesty of his genius ...
... believe that most of his admirers would agree that about the time when Wordsworth wrote " The Brothers , ' and other exquisite poems whose name is legion , he was moving onwards in all the freshness and power and majesty of his genius ...
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... believe without exception , in those hours of ease when ' The Prelude ' was hung up for a moment . I will name only two , The Lines on Revisiting Tintern Abbey , ' and the Ode called shortly by its admirers The Platonic Ode . ' Can we ...
... believe without exception , in those hours of ease when ' The Prelude ' was hung up for a moment . I will name only two , The Lines on Revisiting Tintern Abbey , ' and the Ode called shortly by its admirers The Platonic Ode . ' Can we ...
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... blame the decision he came to . Still , it is open to us to believe , if we like , that a Wordsworth who had not buried himself among the Cumberland Fells , who had not , as it were , called upon the hills to cover him , 14 WORDSWORTH .
... blame the decision he came to . Still , it is open to us to believe , if we like , that a Wordsworth who had not buried himself among the Cumberland Fells , who had not , as it were , called upon the hills to cover him , 14 WORDSWORTH .
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... believe that it must have been so . This pathetic poem , however , has been criticised , and criticised in so provoking a manner as to leave us without any answer ; though we cannot but feel , all the time , that it is a criticism ...
... believe that it must have been so . This pathetic poem , however , has been criticised , and criticised in so provoking a manner as to leave us without any answer ; though we cannot but feel , all the time , that it is a criticism ...
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... believe , and small ones also perhaps , in their degree , are to be found in two very different kinds of men . The Bard , or born singer of the tribe , whose stormy verses record the battles of his countrymen , whose love ditties give ...
... believe , and small ones also perhaps , in their degree , are to be found in two very different kinds of men . The Bard , or born singer of the tribe , whose stormy verses record the battles of his countrymen , whose love ditties give ...
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Banquo battle beauty beneath better breath bright Byron Caliban Caliph called character cloud colour criticism dark death Deioces doubt dream earth English Excursion eyes fancies feel flowers FRANCIS HASTINGS DOYLE French Revolution fresh genius grace Gravedona hand heart heaven Homer honour hope human Iago Iliad imagination influence instinct King Lady Lear least lecture less light living look Lord Lord Houghton Macbeth Marmion Mede memory mighty mind Miranda natural Neamet never night Noam noble Noble Kinsmen o'er once Othello overmastered passages passed passion perhaps Pindar play poem poet poetical poetry Prelude Prospero racter remorse rose scene Scott SCOTT-CONTINUED seems sense Shakspere Shakspere's silent solemn song soul speech spirit strong sweet tell temper Tempest thee THEOPHILE GAUTIER thou thought tion touch tragedy true truth verse Walter Scott whilst whole wild words Wordsworth 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.