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... doubt it is not easy always to discriminate between ideas that have risen spontaneously to one's own mind , and those which have been suggested by other writers . Whenever I have been aware that I was using thoughts not my own , I have ...
... doubt it is not easy always to discriminate between ideas that have risen spontaneously to one's own mind , and those which have been suggested by other writers . Whenever I have been aware that I was using thoughts not my own , I have ...
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... doubt , a real glow of emotion , but not leading him , as poet , to any outward action , save the one action of giving vent to what he feels , of finding poetic expression for the vision with which his imagina- tion is filled . In this ...
... doubt , a real glow of emotion , but not leading him , as poet , to any outward action , save the one action of giving vent to what he feels , of finding poetic expression for the vision with which his imagina- tion is filled . In this ...
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... doubt , have been a high poem . Poetry is the blossom and fragrancy of all human knowledge , human thoughts , human passions , emotions , language , ' 2 or it is the fine wine that is served at the banquet of human life . And what is ...
... doubt , have been a high poem . Poetry is the blossom and fragrancy of all human knowledge , human thoughts , human passions , emotions , language , ' 2 or it is the fine wine that is served at the banquet of human life . And what is ...
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... doubt , even in the most remote eras , when savage men dwelt naked in caves , or cowered in abject wor- ship before the blind forces of Nature , and lived in terror of wild beasts , or of each other , even then there must have been ...
... doubt , even in the most remote eras , when savage men dwelt naked in caves , or cowered in abject wor- ship before the blind forces of Nature , and lived in terror of wild beasts , or of each other , even then there must have been ...
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... doubt whether the sentiment has really penetrated the hearts of even the most cultivated men . Such things must always be difficult to gauge . Yet one cannot but sometimes wonder , if from the modern love of Nature , and the much talk ...
... doubt whether the sentiment has really penetrated the hearts of even the most cultivated men . Such things must always be difficult to gauge . Yet one cannot but sometimes wonder , if from the modern love of Nature , and the much talk ...
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Page 105 - O, it is monstrous! monstrous! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i" the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Page 188 - And wait the' approaching sign to strike, at once, Into the general choir. Even mountains, vales, And forests seem, impatient, to demand The promised sweetness. Man superior walks Amid the glad creation, musing praise, And looking lively gratitude. At last, The clouds consign their treasures to the fields ; And, softly shaking on the dimpled pool Prelusive drops, let all their moisture flow, In large effusion, o'er the freshened world. The stealing shower is scarce to patter heard, By such as wander...
Page 168 - The current that with gentle murmur glides, Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage ; But when his fair course is not hindered, He makes sweet music with the enamell'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage, And so by many winding nooks he strays, With willing sport, to the wild ocean.
Page 37 - What soul was his, when, from the naked top Of some bold headland, he beheld the sun Rise up, and bathe the world in light...
Page 166 - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day ; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond "Which keeps me pale...
Page 196 - O'erhang his wavy bed, Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn...
Page 203 - tis true; but gouty limb, Though on a sofa, may I never feel: For I have loved the rural walk through lanes Of grassy swarth, close cropped by nibbling sheep, And skirted thick with intertexture firm Of thorny boughs; have loved the rural walk O'er hills, through valleys, and by rivers...
Page 194 - IN yonder grave a Druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave ! The year's best sweets shall duteous rise, To deck its poet's sylvan grave ! In yon deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp ' shall now be laid ; That he whose heart in sorrow bleeds May love through life the soothing shade. Then maids and youths shall linger here ; And, while its sounds at distance swell, Shall sadly seem in Pity's ear To hear the woodland pilgrim's knell.
Page 205 - How oft upon yon eminence our pace Has slackened to a pause, and we have borne The ruffling wind, scarce conscious that it blew, While Admiration, feeding at the eye, And still unsated, dwelt upon the scene.
Page 196 - If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song, May hope, chaste eve, to soothe thy modest ear, Like thy own solemn springs, Thy springs, and dying gales...