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... sentiment , or some glimpse into the spiritual world , any one of these may be so realised as to become fit subjects for poetic utterance . Only in order that it should be so , it is necessary that the object , whatever it is , should ...
... sentiment , or some glimpse into the spiritual world , any one of these may be so realised as to become fit subjects for poetic utterance . Only in order that it should be so , it is necessary that the object , whatever it is , should ...
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... sentiment , must first decide before the affections can be moved . Is it so clear that in all cases we can separate knowledge from affection ? Is there not a large field of truth — namely , moral truths , in which we cannot do so - into ...
... sentiment , must first decide before the affections can be moved . Is it so clear that in all cases we can separate knowledge from affection ? Is there not a large field of truth — namely , moral truths , in which we cannot do so - into ...
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... 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 about it , there ...
... 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 about it , there ...
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... affecting in human life , sentiment , and destiny . And not only this , but in all survey of created things the upward look , unexpressed it may be , yet ever C present , towards the Uncreated . It cannot but affect OF NATURE . 33.
... affecting in human life , sentiment , and destiny . And not only this , but in all survey of created things the upward look , unexpressed it may be , yet ever C present , towards the Uncreated . It cannot but affect OF NATURE . 33.
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... sentiment and emotion . But before they can be so used , fidelity to fact must first be secured . They cannot be made symbols of higher truth unless justice has first been done to the truth of fact concerning them . Hence it is that the ...
... sentiment and emotion . But before they can be so used , fidelity to fact must first be secured . They cannot be made symbols of higher truth unless justice has first been done to the truth of fact concerning them . Hence it is that the ...
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affections Allan Ramsay appearances aspect awaken beauty Book of Job breath Burns called calm Chaucer colour comes Cowper creation delight described Divine dwell earth Eclogues emotion English poetry expression face of Nature faculty faith feeling felt flowers forms Georgics Grasmere Greek heart heaven highest hills Homer human Iliad images imagination interpene interpret landscape language light living look Lucretius meaning mechanic philosophies mental metaphor Milton mind mood Mopsus moral mountains mythology native Nature's never night o'er objects observed Ossian outer world outward world passage passed Pathetic Fallacy philosophy physical poem poet poet's poetic present reason rural Ruskin scenery scenes Science scientific seen sense sentiment Shakespeare sight sole sister song sorrow soul speaks spectacle spirit Stopford Brooke tender Theocritus things Thomson thought tion true truth Universe utterance Virgil vivid Warwickshire whole wild wind wonder words Wordsworth
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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...