Critical and Miscellaneous Essays, Bind 1Carey and Hart, 1842 |
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Side 23
... song . And now that we behold them not , are all those woods , and cliffs , and rivers , and tarns , and lakes , as ... songs ! But the heart hugs such treasures as these in secret CHRISTMAS DREAMS . 23.
... song . And now that we behold them not , are all those woods , and cliffs , and rivers , and tarns , and lakes , as ... songs ! But the heart hugs such treasures as these in secret CHRISTMAS DREAMS . 23.
Side 33
... song . Why so intent your eyes , my Caroline , on the very first page of your first Christmas present ? Ha ! Stephanoff's picture of the Bridal Morning ! There she sits , surveying in her mirror , which cannot well flatter , what is so ...
... song . Why so intent your eyes , my Caroline , on the very first page of your first Christmas present ? Ha ! Stephanoff's picture of the Bridal Morning ! There she sits , surveying in her mirror , which cannot well flatter , what is so ...
Side 35
... Song for the Princess Charlotte of Wales does not disincline us , at its close , to open our ears to the pathetic elegies of Moultrie , —Pringle and Praed touch the harp with a careless , but no unmas- terly hand - and there is one song ...
... Song for the Princess Charlotte of Wales does not disincline us , at its close , to open our ears to the pathetic elegies of Moultrie , —Pringle and Praed touch the harp with a careless , but no unmas- terly hand - and there is one song ...
Side 81
... song from her breast , - -even as a bird in spring , that warbles thick and fast from the top - spray of a tree in the sunshine , all at once drops down in silence to its nest . A life of duty is the only cheerful life ; for all joy ...
... song from her breast , - -even as a bird in spring , that warbles thick and fast from the top - spray of a tree in the sunshine , all at once drops down in silence to its nest . A life of duty is the only cheerful life ; for all joy ...
Side 88
... the child sporting on the shore . And thou - thou art a poet - whatever be the order to which thou mayest belong - and there are many orders , believe us , among the true sons of song . 88 WILSON'S MISCELLANEOUS WRITINGS .
... the child sporting on the shore . And thou - thou art a poet - whatever be the order to which thou mayest belong - and there are many orders , believe us , among the true sons of song . 88 WILSON'S MISCELLANEOUS WRITINGS .
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admiration ballads beautiful behold beneath Betty Foy birds Blackwood's Edinburgh Magazine breath bright Caroline Caroline Bowles cheerful child child is father Christopher North clouds cottage cottage ornée creature dark dead dear delight divine dream earth eyes face fear feeling flowers genius gentle glory hand happy hath hear heard heart heaven hour human imagination immortal language light living look Lord Byron Lyrical Ballads magnetic wonders Milton mind morning mountains nature never night o'er once passion perhaps Peter Bell pleasant pleasure poem poet poet's poetic diction poetry prose reader round Scotland seems shadows Shakspeare sight silent sing sleep smile song sonnet soul sound speak spirit stars sunshine sweet taste tears thee thing thou thought tion touch trees true truth verse voice walk whole words Wordsworth Wordsworthian writings young
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Side 271 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower...
Side 270 - Hence in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore...
Side 243 - Poems was to choose incidents and situations from common life, and to relate or describe them, throughout, as far as was possible in a selection of language really used by men, and, at the same time, to throw over them a certain colouring of imagination, whereby ordinary things should be presented to the mind in an unusual aspect...
Side 205 - ... the passions of men are incorporated with the beautiful and permanent forms of nature.
Side 297 - Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Side 264 - The invaluable works of our elder writers, I had almost said the works of Shakespeare and Milton, are driven into neglect by frantic novels, sickly and stupid German Tragedies, and deluges of idle and extravagant stories in verse...
Side 298 - All things that love the sun are out of doors; The sky rejoices in the morning's birth; The grass is bright with rain-drops; — on the moors The hare is running races in her mirth; And with her feet she from the plashy earth Raises a mist, that, glittering in the sun Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run.
Side 209 - Phoebus lifts his golden fire : The birds in vain their amorous descant join, Or cheerful fields resume their green attire. These ears, alas ! for other notes repine ; A different object do these eyes require ; My lonely anguish melts no heart but mine ; And in my breast the imperfect joys expire...
Side 207 - The language, too, of these men has been adopted (purified indeed from what appear to be its real defects, from all lasting and rational causes of dislike or disgust) because such men hourly communicate with the best objects from which the best part of language is originally derived...
Side 297 - MILTON ! thou should'st be living at this hour : England hath need of thee : she is a fen Of stagnant waters : altar, sword, and pen, Fireside, the heroic wealth of hall and bower, Have forfeited their ancient English dower Of inward happiness. We are selfish men ; Oh ! raise us up, return to us again ; And give us manners, virtue, freedom, power.