Evenings in ArcadiaJohn Dennis E. Moxon, 1865 - 321 pages |
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... proved altogether so agreeable , that I have endeavoured since my return to London to record some reminiscences of our conversations . To succeed in such an attempt , and completely to revivify past enjoyment , is , I know , im ...
... proved altogether so agreeable , that I have endeavoured since my return to London to record some reminiscences of our conversations . To succeed in such an attempt , and completely to revivify past enjoyment , is , I know , im ...
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... proved of late years ; for Chaucer , like many of the old poets , is always enthu- siastic in praise of its beauty . Let me give you one or two more proofs of this . I hope my reading is intelli- gible . The passages I have selected do ...
... proved of late years ; for Chaucer , like many of the old poets , is always enthu- siastic in praise of its beauty . Let me give you one or two more proofs of this . I hope my reading is intelli- gible . The passages I have selected do ...
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... prove of no service to a mind that is carefully cultivated , and richly endowed . STANLEY . You mistake me altogether . God forbid that I should speak slightingly of the most humble effort to spread a knowledge of His truth . I am ...
... prove of no service to a mind that is carefully cultivated , and richly endowed . STANLEY . You mistake me altogether . God forbid that I should speak slightingly of the most humble effort to spread a knowledge of His truth . I am ...
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... proved their agreement with him . In general , however , I must own to a low opinion of Dr. Johnson's critical powers in the domain of poetry . With the exception of some excellent verbal criticism , and , sundry strong , nervous ...
... proved their agreement with him . In general , however , I must own to a low opinion of Dr. Johnson's critical powers in the domain of poetry . With the exception of some excellent verbal criticism , and , sundry strong , nervous ...
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... prove . Mind you , it is only in one respect that I assert the position of our modern poets to be more favourable than that enjoyed by the greater number of their poetic ancestors . They know more about nature , because they have more ...
... prove . Mind you , it is only in one respect that I assert the position of our modern poets to be more favourable than that enjoyed by the greater number of their poetic ancestors . They know more about nature , because they have more ...
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Page 233 - -I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest
Page 264 - Breaking the silence of the seas Among the farthest Hebrides. " Will no one tell me what she sings ? Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago : Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day ? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again!
Page 105 - Nor shall she fail to see, Even in the motions of the storm, Grace that shall mould the maiden's form By silent sympathy. " The stars of midnight shall be dear To her ; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place, Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty, born of murmuring sound,
Page 264 - the theme, the Maiden sang As if her song could have no ending ; I saw her singing at her work, And o'er the sickle bending ;— I listen'd motionless and still, And as I mounted up the hill The music in my heart I bore Long after it was heard no more.
Page 233 - for such loss, I would believe, Abundant recompense. For I have learn'd To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth ; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue.
Page 38 - by the wall, And Dick the shepherd blows his nail, And Tom bears logs into the hall, And milk comes frozen home in pail; When blood is nipp'd, and ways be foul, Then nightly sings the staring owl, To-who ; Tu-whit, to-who,—a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel
Page 277 - Who hath not seen Thee oft amid thy store 1 Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find Thee sitting careless on a granary floor, Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind ; Or on a half-reap'd furrow sound asleep, Drowsed with the fume of poppies, while thy hook Spares the next swath and all its
Page 234 - sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart, by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears, To me the meanest flower that blows can gi\v
Page 38 - When all aloud the wind doth blow, And coughing drowns the parson's saw, And birds sit brooding in the snow, And Marian's nose looks red and raw, When roasted crabs hiss in the bowl, Then nightly sings the staring owl, To-who ; Tu-whit, to-who,—a merry note, While greasy Joan doth keel
Page 263 - her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Heaping and singing by herself; Stop here or gently pass! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain ; O listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No sweeter voice was ever heard In spring-time from the