Readings on PoetryR. Hunter, (successor to J. Johnson,) ... and Baldwin, Cradock, and Joy, 1816 - English poetry - 212 pages |
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... move the soul , " but certainly as long as " Song can move the sense . ' This sort of delusion is not favourable to the progress of the human un- derstanding . The true poet has an instinctive aversion to the poetas- ter - an antipathy ...
... move the soul , " but certainly as long as " Song can move the sense . ' This sort of delusion is not favourable to the progress of the human un- derstanding . The true poet has an instinctive aversion to the poetas- ter - an antipathy ...
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... d song , O'er all our list❜ning passions reign ; O'erwhelm our souls with joy and pain , With terror shake , with pity move , Rouse with revenge , or melt with love . " Shakespeare's tomb . - It is said by the first 36 ODE TO FANCY .
... d song , O'er all our list❜ning passions reign ; O'erwhelm our souls with joy and pain , With terror shake , with pity move , Rouse with revenge , or melt with love . " Shakespeare's tomb . - It is said by the first 36 ODE TO FANCY .
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... the secret wink , The gentle swimming walk , the courteous sink , The stare for strangeness fit , for scorn the frown For decent yielding , looks declining down , Gay smiles to comfort , April showers to move , 64 HESIOD .
... the secret wink , The gentle swimming walk , the courteous sink , The stare for strangeness fit , for scorn the frown For decent yielding , looks declining down , Gay smiles to comfort , April showers to move , 64 HESIOD .
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... sunbeams appear . " Gold sceptered Juno next exalts the fair , Her touch endows her with imperious air , Self - valuing fancy , highly crested pride ,. Strong G 3 HESIOD . 65 Gay smiles to comfort, April showers to move, ...
... sunbeams appear . " Gold sceptered Juno next exalts the fair , Her touch endows her with imperious air , Self - valuing fancy , highly crested pride ,. Strong G 3 HESIOD . 65 Gay smiles to comfort, April showers to move, ...
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... moves , And calls the mother of the smiles and loves . " We may observe that Parnel with great judgment avoids in his descrip- tion several adventitious ornaments of the toilette which would not have suited the first appearance of ...
... moves , And calls the mother of the smiles and loves . " We may observe that Parnel with great judgment avoids in his descrip- tion several adventitious ornaments of the toilette which would not have suited the first appearance of ...
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Page 29 - Shame that skulks behind; Or pining Love shall waste their youth, Or Jealousy with rankling tooth That inly gnaws the secret heart, And Envy wan, and faded Care, Grim-visaged comfortless Despair, And Sorrow's piercing dart. Ambition this shall tempt to rise, Then whirl the wretch from high To bitter Scorn a sacrifice And grinning Infamy. The stings of Falsehood those shall try And hard Unkindness...
Page 121 - The cloud-capt towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself; * Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like the baseless fabric of a vision, Leave not a wreck behind.
Page 24 - Gainst graver hours, that bring constraint To sweeten liberty: Some bold adventurers disdain The limits of their little reign And unknown regions dare descry: Still as they run they look behind, They hear a voice in every wind, And snatch a fearful joy.
Page 117 - But neither breath of morn, when she ascends With charm of earliest birds; nor rising sun On this delightful land ; nor herb, fruit, flower, Glistering with dew; nor fragrance after showers, Nor grateful evening mild; nor silent night, With this her solemn bird ; nor walk by moon, Or glittering star-light, without thee is sweet.
Page 27 - Alas! regardless of their doom The little victims play; No sense have they of ills to come Nor care beyond to-day: Yet see how all around 'em wait The ministers of human fate And black Misfortune's baleful train!
Page 113 - His praise, ye Winds, that from four quarters blow, Breathe soft or loud ; and, wave your tops, ye Pines, With every plant, in sign of worship wave. Fountains, and ye that warble, as ye flow, Melodious murmurs, warbling tune his praise. Join voices all ye living Souls: Ye Birds, That singing up to Heaven-gate ascend, Bear on your wings and in your notes his praise.
Page 32 - That every labouring sinew strains, Those in the deeper vitals rage ; Lo ! Poverty, to fill the band, That numbs the soul with icy hand, And slow-consuming Age.
Page 103 - And ye five other wandering fires that move In mystic dance not without song, resound His praise, who out of darkness called up light. Air, and ye elements, the eldest birth Of Nature's womb, that in quaternion run Perpetual circle, multiform, and mix And nourish all things, let your ceaseless change Vary to our great Maker still new praise.
Page 152 - On a rock, whose haughty brow, Frowns o'er old Conway's foaming flood, Robed in the sable garb of woe, With haggard eyes the Poet stood ; (Loose his beard, and hoary hair Streamed, like a meteor, to the troubled air) And with a Master's hand, and Prophet's fire, Struck the deep sorrows of his lyre.
Page 186 - He spoke, and headlong from the mountain's height Deep in the roaring tide he plunged to endless night.