The Poetics of Disappointment: Wordsworth to AshberyUniversity of Virginia Press, 1999 |
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... confidence in the fascination and the power of its subjectivity that is sus- pended . Disappointment is a condition of " désoeuvrement " —to use Maurice Blanchot's suggestive concept — being put out of place or put out of work , in this ...
... confidence in the fascination and the power of its subjectivity that is sus- pended . Disappointment is a condition of " désoeuvrement " —to use Maurice Blanchot's suggestive concept — being put out of place or put out of work , in this ...
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... confidence comes as a particular affront to men or remains a particularly absorbing experience . What romanticism bequeathed to Victorian poetry , and then , oddly enough , to modernism and postmodernism , is the psychology of un ...
... confidence comes as a particular affront to men or remains a particularly absorbing experience . What romanticism bequeathed to Victorian poetry , and then , oddly enough , to modernism and postmodernism , is the psychology of un ...
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... him " dallied " with distress . He was evidently able to toy with his griefs , as if he had reserves of self - confidence , or self - exhilaration , that protected him from the worst disheartenment . His troubles 2 INTRODUCTION.
... him " dallied " with distress . He was evidently able to toy with his griefs , as if he had reserves of self - confidence , or self - exhilaration , that protected him from the worst disheartenment . His troubles 2 INTRODUCTION.
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... confidence of possessing this hidden purpose preserved , in turn , the still more necessary assurance that experience has a telos , that it is gathering to an end . It must have an end — with or without a heaven to follow , as Wallace ...
... confidence of possessing this hidden purpose preserved , in turn , the still more necessary assurance that experience has a telos , that it is gathering to an end . It must have an end — with or without a heaven to follow , as Wallace ...
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... confidence that there is something charitable in the world and that the self is creative . That is why external frustrations ultimately impov- erish the self and diminish it in its own eyes . Drawing upon Freud and Abraham in her essay ...
... confidence that there is something charitable in the world and that the self is creative . That is why external frustrations ultimately impov- erish the self and diminish it in its own eyes . Drawing upon Freud and Abraham in her essay ...
Contents
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A Love in Desolation Masked | 66 |
Last Thoughts of the Unfinished Thinker | 95 |
The Soul Is Not a Soul | 136 |
Afterword | 171 |
Bibliography | 191 |
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Page 40 - In darkness, and amid the many shapes Of joyless day-light; when the fretful stir Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, Have hung upon the beatings of my heart, How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee O sylvan Wye!
Page 23 - In vain to me the smiling mornings shine, And reddening 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...
Page 3 - There was a time when, though my path was rough, This joy within me dallied with distress, And all misfortunes were but as the stuff Whence Fancy made me dreams of happiness : For hope grew round me, like the twining vine.
Page 50 - The rainbow comes and goes, And lovely is the rose; The moon doth with delight Look round her when the heavens are bare; Waters on a starry night Are beautiful and fair; The sunshine is a glorious birth; But yet I know, where'er I go, That there hath past away a glory from the earth.
Page 41 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains ; and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye, and ear, — both what they half create, And what perceive ; well pleased to recognise In nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.
Page 72 - If I were a dead leaf thou mightest bear; If I were a swift cloud to fly with thee; A wave to pant beneath thy power, and share The impulse of thy strength, only less free Than thou, O uncontrollable!
Page 84 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Page 51 - Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be ; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Page 38 - Through a long absence, have not been to me As is a landscape to a blind man's eye: But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind, With tranquil restoration...
Page 49 - I hear! —But there's a Tree, of many one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?