A New Spirit of the Age, Bind 2Smith, Elder and Company, 1844 - 8 sider |
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... soul , with vague emotions , aimless impulses , and prophetic sensations , which may be said to tremble on the extreme verge of the fermenting source of that poetic fire , by which the life of humanity is purified and adorned . The ...
... soul , with vague emotions , aimless impulses , and prophetic sensations , which may be said to tremble on the extreme verge of the fermenting source of that poetic fire , by which the life of humanity is purified and adorned . The ...
Side 7
... soul of Adonais , like a star , Beacons from the abode where the immortals are . ' " for a " What a text , " pursues the same writer , dissertation on the mutability of popular taste ! " True indeed ; but we must not be tempted into it ...
... soul of Adonais , like a star , Beacons from the abode where the immortals are . ' " for a " What a text , " pursues the same writer , dissertation on the mutability of popular taste ! " True indeed ; but we must not be tempted into it ...
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... soul ; it has been romantic in its spells , and dreams , and legendary associations ; and it has been pastoral in ... souls . How much of the peculiar genius of Keats is visible in Alfred Tennyson , must have been apparent to all those ...
... soul ; it has been romantic in its spells , and dreams , and legendary associations ; and it has been pastoral in ... souls . How much of the peculiar genius of Keats is visible in Alfred Tennyson , must have been apparent to all those ...
Side 13
... soul . Be this said , not in reproach , —but in honour of him and of the English language , for the learned sweetness of his numbers . The Italian lyrists may take counsel , or at once enjoy , — ' Where Claribel low lieth . ' But if ...
... soul . Be this said , not in reproach , —but in honour of him and of the English language , for the learned sweetness of his numbers . The Italian lyrists may take counsel , or at once enjoy , — ' Where Claribel low lieth . ' But if ...
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... soul — we want more soul we want to be inspired and the instant anything is floated before our ken which might serve as an aerial guide to the Elysian Valley , or the Temple of the Spirit , then we instantly begin to utter the war - cry ...
... soul — we want more soul we want to be inspired and the instant anything is floated before our ken which might serve as an aerial guide to the Elysian Valley , or the Temple of the Spirit , then we instantly begin to utter the war - cry ...
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acted admiration Alfred Tennyson Artevelde beauty BEN JONSON Carlyle character CORNELIUS MATHEWS criticism display doubt Drama dramatists Edmund Kean EDWARD LYTTON emotion equally Essay exquisite eyes faculty faith fancy feeling Festus Frankenstein genius hand Harriet Martineau heart hero human humour ideal illustration imagination imitation impulse individual influence intellect Keats kind Knowles labour Lady laugh literature look Lord Lord Byron Lytton Bulwer Macaulay Macready manager matter means mind moral nature never night original Paracelsus passion Paul Clifford peculiar perhaps Philip van Artevelde philosophical poem poet poetical poetry popular possess present principle readers regard remarks Robert Montgomery romance Satan scenes sense Shakspere Shelley Sir E. L. Bulwer Sir Lytton Sordello soul spirit stage story struggle style success sympathies taste Tennyson Theodore Hook things THOMAS HOOD thought tion tragedy true truth unacted write Zanoni
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Side 25 - Comfort? comfort scorn'd of devils! this is truth the poet sings, That a sorrow's crown of sorrow is remembering happier things. Drug thy memories, lest thou learn it, lest thy heart be put to proof, In the dead unhappy night, and when the rain is on the roof.
Side 2 - On a poet's lips I slept, Dreaming like a love-adept In the sound his breathing kept. Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses, But feeds on the aerial kisses Of shapes that haunt thought's wildernesses. He will watch from dawn to gloom The lake-reflected sun illume The yellow bees in the ivy-bloom, Nor heed nor see what things they be : But from these create he can Forms more real than living man, Nurslings of immortality.
Side 289 - We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; In feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives Who thinks most — feels the noblest — acts the best.
Side 20 - THERE lies a vale in Ida, lovelier Than all the valleys of Ionian hills. The swimming vapour slopes athwart the glen, Puts forth an arm, and creeps from pine to pine, And loiters, slowly drawn. On either hand The lawns and meadow-ledges midway down Hang rich in flowers, and far below them roars The long brook falling thro' the clov'n ravine In cataract after cataract to the sea.
Side 201 - You must begone," said Death, "these walks are mine." Love wept and spread his sheeny vans for flight ; Yet ere he parted said, " This hour is thine : Thou art the shadow of life, and as the tree Stands in the sun and shadows all beneath, So in the light of great eternity Life eminent creates the shade of death ; The shadow passeth when the tree shall fall, But I shall reign for ever over alL
Side 274 - ... stormfully across the astonished Earth ; then plunge again into the Inane. Earth's mountains are levelled, and her seas filled up, in our passage: can the Earth, which is but dead and a vision, resist Spirits which have reality and are alive? On the hardest adamant some foot-print of us is stamped in ; the last Rear of the host will read traces of the earliest Van. But whence ?—O Heaven, whither ? Sense knows not; Faith knows not; only that it is through Mystery to Mystery, from God and to...
Side 80 - lieneath this starry arch, Nought resteth or is still ; But all things hold their march As if by one great will. Moves one, move all ; Hark to the foot-fall ! On, on, for ever.
Side 222 - It was on a dreary night of November, that I beheld the accomplishment of my toils. With an anxiety that almost amounted to agony, I collected the instruments of life around me, that I might infuse a spark of being into the lifeless thing that lay at my feet.
Side 28 - And bade him cry, with sound of trumpet, all The hard condition, but that she would loose The people ; therefore, as they loved her well, From then till noon no foot should pace the street, No eye look down, she passing, but that all Should keep within, door shut and window barred.
Side 159 - Be sure that God Ne'er dooms to waste the strength he deigns impart ! Ask the gier-eagle why she stoops at once Into the vast and unexplored abyss, What full-grown power informs her from the first, Why she not marvels, strenuously beating The silent boundless regions of the sky!