Papers on Literature and ArtJohn Wiley, 1848 |
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admiration Ambla Artevelde artist Bach beauty Beethoven better breast brother calm character Charles Wesley charm child clavichord critic Dædalus deep delight divine drama earth excellent expression faith fancy feel felt flowers fugue genius give grace Handel happy harmony harpsichord Haydn hear heart heaven honour hope hour human intellectual interest J. S. Bach less light literature lives look Lord Madame de Staël means melody mind misanthropy Mozart muse nature never noble o'er Paracelsus passages passion perfect Philip Van Artevelde picture play pleasure poems poet poetic poetry present Prince rich seems Senesino Shakspeare Sir James Mackintosh song soul speak spirit stars Strafford SWEDENBORGIANISM sweet sympathy taste tender thee things thou thought tion tone true truth verse whole WILLIAM THOM wish words Wordsworth write
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Seite 69 - 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 35 - Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness ; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
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 72 - A pardlike Spirit beautiful and swift — 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...
Seite 85 - 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 29 - Fra Pandolf" by design: for never read Strangers like you that pictured countenance, The depth and passion of its earnest glance, But to myself they turned (since none puts by The curtain I have drawn for you, but I...
Seite 30 - 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 86 - 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.
Seite 73 - The wind, the tempest roaring high, The tumult of a Tropic sky, Might well be dangerous food For him, a Youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of Heaven, And such impetuous blood.
Seite 69 - Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire ; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.