Lectures on Poetry: Delivered at OxfordSmith, Elder, 1877 - 292 páginas |
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... King of Dyfed , His head was borne before us , His wine and beasts supply our feasts , And his overthrow our chorus . To return , however , to our immediate theme . One of the most interesting portions of ' The Excursion ' ( and here ...
... King of Dyfed , His head was borne before us , His wine and beasts supply our feasts , And his overthrow our chorus . To return , however , to our immediate theme . One of the most interesting portions of ' The Excursion ' ( and here ...
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... King of the Jews ? ' taken together with the Divine answer , ' Thou hast said it . ' In other words , our Saviour declares , ' The question comes from you in mockery ; but a power that you wot not of has overmastered your words and ...
... King of the Jews ? ' taken together with the Divine answer , ' Thou hast said it . ' In other words , our Saviour declares , ' The question comes from you in mockery ; but a power that you wot not of has overmastered your words and ...
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... king of men . I hope you will pardon me if I read the passage over to you . The Sun was now resting his huge disk upon the edge of the level ocean , and gilded the accumulation of huge clouds through which he had travelled the livelong ...
... king of men . I hope you will pardon me if I read the passage over to you . The Sun was now resting his huge disk upon the edge of the level ocean , and gilded the accumulation of huge clouds through which he had travelled the livelong ...
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... king had loved to hear . The concluding lines of this celebrated Introduction are remark- able , not only in themselves , but also because they awakened an unforeseen and unhoped - for sympathy in the wearied soul of Pitt . This great ...
... king had loved to hear . The concluding lines of this celebrated Introduction are remark- able , not only in themselves , but also because they awakened an unforeseen and unhoped - for sympathy in the wearied soul of Pitt . This great ...
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... king had loved to hear . The concluding lines of this celebrated Introduction are remark- able , not only in themselves , but also because they awakened an unforeseen and unhoped - for sympathy in the wearied soul of Pitt . This great ...
... king had loved to hear . The concluding lines of this celebrated Introduction are remark- able , not only in themselves , but also because they awakened an unforeseen and unhoped - for sympathy in the wearied soul of Pitt . This great ...
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Arthur Hallam Banquo battle beauty beneath better breath bright Byron Caliban Caliph called character cloud colour critics dark death Deioces doubt dream earth English Excursion eyes fancies feel flowers French Revolution fresh genius grace hand heart heaven Homer honour hope human Iago Iliad imagination influence instinct King Lady Lear lecture less light living look Lord Lord Houghton Macbeth Marmion Mede memory mighty mind Miranda natural Neamet never night noble Noble Kinsmen o'er once Othello overmastered passages passed passion perhaps Pindar play poem poet poetical poetry Prelude Prospero racter rose scene Scott SCOTT-CONTINUED seems sense Shakspere Shakspere's Shelley silent solemn song soul speak speech spirit strong sure sweet tell temper Tempest thee THEOPHILE GAUTIER thou thought tion touched tragedy true truth verse Walter Scott whilst whole wild words Wordsworth youth
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Página 159 - And, to deal plainly, I fear I am not in my perfect mind. 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. Do not laugh at me; For (as I am a man) I think this lady To be my child Cordelia.
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 177 - 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 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 152 - 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 188 - He's here in double trust : First, as I am his kinsman and his subject, Strong both against the deed ; then, as his host, Who should against his murderer shut the door, Not bear the knife myself.
Página 101 - Seemed to have known a better day ; The harp, his sole remaining joy, Was carried by an orphan boy. The last of all the Bards was he, Who sung of Border chivalry...
Página 203 - Some heavenly music, (which even now I do,) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
Página 205 - If by your art, my dearest father, you have Put the wild waters in this roar, allay them : The sky, it seems, would pour down stinking pitch, But that the sea, mounting to the welkin's cheek, Dashes the fire out. O ! I have suffered With those that I saw suffer : a brave vessel, Who had no doubt some noble creature in her, Dash'd all to pieces.
Página 103 - In varying cadence, soft or strong, He swept the sounding chords along : The present scene, the future lot, His toils, his wants, were all forgot ; Cold diffidence and age's frost In the full tide of song were lost ; Each blank...