Lectures on Poetry: Delivered at OxfordSmith, Elder, 1877 - 292 páginas |
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Términos y frases comunes
Æschylus 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 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 mind Miranda mountain murmuring 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 silent solemn song soul speech spirit strong sweet tell temper Tempest thee THÉOPHILE GAUTIER thou thought tion touch tragedy true truth verse voice Walter Scott whilst whole wild words Wordsworth youth
Pasajes populares
Página 215 - I'd have you buy and sell so ; so give alms ; Pray so ; and, for the ordering your affairs, To sing them too. When you do dance, I wish you A wave o' the sea, that you might ever do Nothing but that ; move still, still so, And own no other function : each your doing, So singular in each particular, Crowns what you are doing in the present deeds, That all your acts are queens.
Página 181 - Then off there flung in smiling joy, And held himself erect 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 25 - 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 mossy stone, United worship ; or in mute repose To lie, and listen to the mountain flood Murmuring from Glaramara's inmost caves, 1803.
Página 188 - I have almost forgot the taste of fears : The time has been, my senses would have cool'd To hear a night-shriek ; and my fell of hair Would at a dismal treatise rouse, and stir, As life were in't : I have supp'd full with horrors ; Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts, Cannot once start me.
Página 133 - 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 134 - 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 ix - ... the mole's dim curtain, and the lynx's beam; of smell, the headlong lioness between, and hound sagacious on the tainted green; of hearing, from the life that fills the flood, to that which warbles through the vernal wood ; the spider's touch how exquisitely fine! feels at each thread, and lives along the line...
Página 158 - 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 24 - 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...
Página 165 - 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.