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... infinite suggestion . The poet speaks to us of one thing , but in this one thing there seems to lurk the secret of all . He said what he meant , but his meaning seems to beckon away beyond itself , or rather to expand into something ...
... infinite suggestion . The poet speaks to us of one thing , but in this one thing there seems to lurk the secret of all . He said what he meant , but his meaning seems to beckon away beyond itself , or rather to expand into something ...
Side 53
... infinite or absolute ; and this is the reason of the kinship we feel between this particular mode of aesthetic experience on the one side , and , on the other , morality or religion . For there , by the denial of our merely finite or ...
... infinite or absolute ; and this is the reason of the kinship we feel between this particular mode of aesthetic experience on the one side , and , on the other , morality or religion . For there , by the denial of our merely finite or ...
Side 58
... infinite and utterly uncon- tainable by any or all vehicles of its manifestation . Here we are furthest ( in a way ) from sense , and furthest also from ' beauty . ' " ( 3 ) I come finally and , as it will at first seem , needlessly to ...
... infinite and utterly uncon- tainable by any or all vehicles of its manifestation . Here we are furthest ( in a way ) from sense , and furthest also from ' beauty . ' " ( 3 ) I come finally and , as it will at first seem , needlessly to ...
Side 59
... Infinite , but still as infinite or immeasurable . But how are we to say that a sublime lion or mountain , or Satan or Lady Macbeth , is apprehended as the Infinite , or as infinite , or ( usually ) as even an expression of the Infinite ...
... Infinite , but still as infinite or immeasurable . But how are we to say that a sublime lion or mountain , or Satan or Lady Macbeth , is apprehended as the Infinite , or as infinite , or ( usually ) as even an expression of the Infinite ...
Side 61
... infinite greatness or of the Infinite emerges , is an image of infinity ; for in all , through a certain check or limitation and the overcoming of it , we reach the perception or the imaginative idea of something which , on the one hand ...
... infinite greatness or of the Infinite emerges , is an image of infinity ; for in all , through a certain check or limitation and the overcoming of it , we reach the perception or the imaginative idea of something which , on the one hand ...
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Side 233 - That light whose smile kindles the universe, That beauty in which all things work and move, That benediction which the eclipsing curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which, through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst, now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
Side 127 - For I must tread on shadowy ground, must sink Deep — and, aloft ascending, breathe in worlds To which the heaven of heavens is but a veil. All strength — all terror, single or in bands, That ever was put forth in personal form — Jehovah — with his thunder, and the choir Of shouting Angels, and the empyreal thrones — I pass them unalarmed.
Side 110 - He too upon a wintry clime Had fallen — on this iron time Of doubts, disputes, distractions, fears. He found us when the age had bound Our souls in its benumbing round ; He spoke, and loosed our heart in tears. He laid us as we lay at birth On the cool flowery lap of earth...
Side 156 - It is as it were the interpenetration of a diviner nature through our own ; but its footsteps are like those of a wind over the sea, which the coming calm erases, and whose traces remain only, as on the wrinkled sand which paves it.
Side 135 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realised, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised...
Side 145 - And then an open field they crossed : The marks were still the same; They tracked them on, nor ever lost; And to the bridge they came. They followed from the snowy bank Those footmarks, one by one, Into the middle of the plank; And further there were none ! — Yet some maintain that to this day She is a living child ; That you may see sweet Lucy Gray Upon the lonesome wild.
Side 217 - This morning I am in a sort of temper, indolent and supremely careless ; I long after a stanza or two of Thomson's " Castle of Indolence " ; my passions are all asleep, from my having slumbered till nearly eleven, and weakened the animal fibre all over me, to a delightful sensation, about three degrees on this side of faintness. If I had teeth of pearl, and the breath of lillies, I should call it languor ; but as I am I must call it laziness.
Side 317 - I am as sorry as if the original fault had been my fault, because myself have seen his demeanour no less civil than he excellent in the quality he professes: besides, divers of worship have reported his uprightness of dealing which argues his honesty, and his facetious grace in writing, that approves his art.
Side 139 - The old Man still stood talking by my side; But now his voice to me was like a stream Scarce heard; nor word from word could I divide...
Side 160 - Hence the vanity of translation; it were as wise to cast a violet into a crucible that you might discover the formal principle of its colour and odour, as seek to transfuse from one language into another the creations of a poet.