Papers on Literature and Art, Teile 1-2Wiley and Putnam, 1846 |
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... thou art , yet I am her child , nor would the fated revolutions of existence be fulfilled without my aid . POET . How meanest thou ? What have thy measurements , thy artificial divisions and classifications , to do with the natural ...
... thou art , yet I am her child , nor would the fated revolutions of existence be fulfilled without my aid . POET . How meanest thou ? What have thy measurements , thy artificial divisions and classifications , to do with the natural ...
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... thou so adore Nature , and yet deny me ? Is not Art the child of Nature , Civilization of Man ? As Religion into Philosophy , Poetry into Criticism , Life into Science , Love into Law , so did thy lyric in natural order transmute itself ...
... thou so adore Nature , and yet deny me ? Is not Art the child of Nature , Civilization of Man ? As Religion into Philosophy , Poetry into Criticism , Life into Science , Love into Law , so did thy lyric in natural order transmute itself ...
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... thou eternal God , author of the light which now shines upon me , and giver of all inward illuminations , I do beseech thee , of thy infinite goodness , to pardon a greater request than a sinner ought to make . I am not satisfied enough ...
... thou eternal God , author of the light which now shines upon me , and giver of all inward illuminations , I do beseech thee , of thy infinite goodness , to pardon a greater request than a sinner ought to make . I am not satisfied enough ...
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... Thou didst betray me to a lingering book , And wrap me in a gown . It was not my fault , George , that it so chanced . George H. - I have long learnt to feel that it noway chanced ; that thus , and no other , was it well for me . But ...
... Thou didst betray me to a lingering book , And wrap me in a gown . It was not my fault , George , that it so chanced . George H. - I have long learnt to feel that it noway chanced ; that thus , and no other , was it well for me . But ...
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... thou shouldst be living at this hour . Return to us again , And give us manners , virtue , freedom , power . Thy soul was like a Star , and dwelt apart ; Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the Sea : Pure as the naked Heavens ...
... thou shouldst be living at this hour . Return to us again , And give us manners , virtue , freedom , power . Thy soul was like a Star , and dwelt apart ; Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the Sea : Pure as the naked Heavens ...
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Seite 71 - What thou art we know not: What is most like thee ? From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from thy presence showers a rain of melody. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Seite 72 - Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Seite 37 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...
Seite 40 - In speech (which I have not) to make your will Quite clear to such an one, and say, "Just this "Or that in you disgusts me; here you miss, "Or there exceed the mark...
Seite 87 - A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear, A stifled, drowsy, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet, no relief, In word, or sigh, or tear O Lady!
Seite 74 - Round whose rude shaft dark ivy-tresses grew Yet dripping with the forest's noonday dew, Vibrated, as the ever-beating heart Shook the weak hand that grasped it; of that crew He came the last, neglected and apart; A herd-abandoned deer struck by the hunter's dart.
Seite 74 - A love in desolation masked— a Power Girt round with weakness — it can scarce uplift The weight of the superincumbent hour ; It is a dying lamp, a falling shower, A breaking billow ; — even whilst we speak Is it not broken ? On the withering flower The killing sun smiles brightly ; on a cheek The life can burn in blood, even while the heart may break.
Seite 157 - Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint old town of toil and traffic, quaint old town of art and song, Memories haunt thy pointed gables, like the rooks that round them throng: Memories of the Middle Ages, when the emperors, rough and bold, Had their dwelling in thy castle, time-defying, centuries old; And thy brave and thrifty burghers boasted, in their uncouth rhyme, That their great imperial city stretched its hand through every clime.
Seite 72 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee; Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Seite 88 - To lift the smothering weight from off my breast? It were a vain endeavour, Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.