Coleridge, Shelley, Goethe: Biographic Aesthetic StudiesLee and Shepard, 1880 - 297 pages |
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... creative frenzy ; visions clean , That mind in purgatorial surges dip , And we come freshened forth , so purified , That ever anew thy rich companionship I court , to warm me at a holy fire , And be with deep soul - logic stoutly plied ...
... creative frenzy ; visions clean , That mind in purgatorial surges dip , And we come freshened forth , so purified , That ever anew thy rich companionship I court , to warm me at a holy fire , And be with deep soul - logic stoutly plied ...
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... creative centre , too vivid with heat and light to be penetrated or ap- proached . But the conditions under which they flash into exhibition can be studied , and of the medium through which the revelation is made something may be learnt ...
... creative centre , too vivid with heat and light to be penetrated or ap- proached . But the conditions under which they flash into exhibition can be studied , and of the medium through which the revelation is made something may be learnt ...
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... creative force , more liable than other men to impulsions from within ; but such pro- jection is on planes of thought , not on planes of action , and in Coleridge this poetic sensibil- ity was not accompanied by a strong enough sense of ...
... creative force , more liable than other men to impulsions from within ; but such pro- jection is on planes of thought , not on planes of action , and in Coleridge this poetic sensibil- ity was not accompanied by a strong enough sense of ...
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... thinking will be precious to future ages ; the one a voluminous , clever versifier , the other a richly - gifted , exquisite poet . The comparatively shallow mind of the one could impart little to the deep creative resources of the other.
... thinking will be precious to future ages ; the one a voluminous , clever versifier , the other a richly - gifted , exquisite poet . The comparatively shallow mind of the one could impart little to the deep creative resources of the other.
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George Henry Calvert. impart little to the deep creative resources of the other . Nevertheless , through his prudent , methodical , industrious living , and through his generosity and affectionateness , the versatile litterateur Southey ...
George Henry Calvert. impart little to the deep creative resources of the other . Nevertheless , through his prudent , methodical , industrious living , and through his generosity and affectionateness , the versatile litterateur Southey ...
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admiration Adonais Ancient Mariner Artist aspiration beautiful Bowyer brain breath Byron Bysshe Cenci Charles Lamb CHIG CHIGAN Christ's Hospital Christabel Cole Coleridge Coleridge's creative death deep delight dream earth Eton faculty father feeling FMIC fresh GAN UNIV genius gifts give glow Goethe Goethe's Harriet heart Henry Nelson Coleridge hope human hundred lines ideal IGAN intellectual Kubla Khan letters light lived looked Lord Byron manhood ment mental metaphysics MIC UNIV MICHIG mind moral nature ness never noble outward Plato poems poet poet's poetic imagination poetry principles Prometheus Queen Mab Revolt of Islam rich RSITY sensibility Shakespeare Shel Shelley Shelley's sister SITY soul Southey spirit Spirit of Solitude stanzas sympathy talk thee thinker thou thought tion Trelawney truth UNIV UNIV UNIVE GAN UNIVE MIC verse Weimar Wordsworth write written wrote young youth
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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.