Coleridge, Shelley, Goethe: Biographic Aesthetic StudiesLee and Shepard, 1880 - 297 pages |
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... chief beauty is not the noted music of the ver- sification , but the range and quality of the im- aginings embodied in this music . Were there in these no unearthly breathings , no mysteri- ous grandeur , the verse could not have been ...
... chief beauty is not the noted music of the ver- sification , but the range and quality of the im- aginings embodied in this music . Were there in these no unearthly breathings , no mysteri- ous grandeur , the verse could not have been ...
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... chief originality consists , not in the supernatu- ral frame in which the tales are set , - an in- vention supplied by mere fancy , - but in the quality of the poetic imagination displayed in the management of the story and in ...
... chief originality consists , not in the supernatu- ral frame in which the tales are set , - an in- vention supplied by mere fancy , - but in the quality of the poetic imagination displayed in the management of the story and in ...
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... chief daily enjoyment . Taking into account the range of his knowl- edge and of his sympathies , his flow of fittest words and sure memory , the poetic light aglow within him , which gave a captivating luminous- ness to all the currents ...
... chief daily enjoyment . Taking into account the range of his knowl- edge and of his sympathies , his flow of fittest words and sure memory , the poetic light aglow within him , which gave a captivating luminous- ness to all the currents ...
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... , and went back for the last time to Cambridge . Here he pub- lished The Fall of Robespierre , in part written by Southey , a tragedy whose chief interest is that it was the first poem published by Cole- ridge COLERIDGE . 53.
... , and went back for the last time to Cambridge . Here he pub- lished The Fall of Robespierre , in part written by Southey , a tragedy whose chief interest is that it was the first poem published by Cole- ridge COLERIDGE . 53.
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... Chief had departed , as from a conquered place , and merely left a small garrison behind , or as if he had evacuated the Corrica , and a few straggling pains only remained . But this morning he returned in full force , and his name is ...
... Chief had departed , as from a conquered place , and merely left a small garrison behind , or as if he had evacuated the Corrica , and a few straggling pains only remained . But this morning he returned in full force , and his name is ...
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Page 217 - On a poet's lips I slept Dreaming like a love-adept In the sound his breathing kept; Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses, But feeds on the aerial kisses Of shapes that haunt thought's wildernesses.
Page 243 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep ! He hath awakened from the dream of life. Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.
Page 23 - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. " He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small ; For the dear God who loveth us He made and loveth all.
Page 20 - Nor dim nor red, like God's own head The glorious Sun uprist: Then all averred, I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist.
Page 20 - And I had done a hellish thing. And it would work 'em woe: For all averred. I had killed the bird That made the breeze to blow.
Page 141 - I will be wise, And just, and free, and mild, if in me lies Such power, for I grow weary to behold The selfish and the strong still tyrannise Without reproach or check.
Page 140 - Thoughts of great deeds were mine, dear Friend, when first The clouds which wrap this world from youth did pass. I do remember well the hour which burst My spirit's sleep : a fresh May-dawn it was, When I walked forth upon the glittering grass, And wept, I knew not why: until there rose From the near school-room, voices, that, alas! Were but one echo from a world of woes — The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes.
Page 241 - All he had loved, and moulded into thought, From shape, and hue, and odour, and sweet sound, Lamented Adonais. Morning sought Her eastern watch-tower, and her hair unbound, Wet with the tears which should adorn the ground, Dimmed the aereal eyes that kindle day; Afar the melancholy thunder moaned, Pale Ocean in unquiet slumber lay, And the wild Winds flew round, sobbing in their dismay.
Page 106 - If Hope prostrate lie, Love, too, will sink and die. But Love is subtle, and doth proof derive From her own life that Hope is yet alive ; And bending o'er, with soul-transfusing eyes, And the soft murmurs of the mother dove, Woos back the fleeting spirit, and half supplies ; Thus Love repays to Hope what Hope first gave to Love.
Page 249 - Which through the summer is not heard or seen, As if it could not be, as if it had not been! Thus let thy power, which like the truth Of nature on my passive youth Descended, to my onward life supply Its calm — to one who worships thee, And every form containing thee, Whom, SPIRIT fair, thy spells did bind To fear himself, and love all human kind.