The Poetry of Life, Svazek 1Carey, Lea, and Blanchard, 1835 |
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Strana 2
... hope of profit to repay the toil of gathering in the golden store ; on the other , criticism is in arms against less sordid adventurers , and calls in no mea- sured terms upon the mighty minstrels of past ages to avenge Parnassus of her ...
... hope of profit to repay the toil of gathering in the golden store ; on the other , criticism is in arms against less sordid adventurers , and calls in no mea- sured terms upon the mighty minstrels of past ages to avenge Parnassus of her ...
Strana 33
... hope they seem to be lured on to some distant point which the eye of man is unable to discern . In a widely extended sea view there is un- questionably poetry enough to inspire the hap- piest lays , but the converse of this picture is ...
... hope they seem to be lured on to some distant point which the eye of man is unable to discern . In a widely extended sea view there is un- questionably poetry enough to inspire the hap- piest lays , but the converse of this picture is ...
Strana 38
... hope would be hope no longer if it did not paint the future in the colours we most admire . Its very existence depends upon the power it pos- sesses to sweeten to the latest dregs , the other- wise bitter cup of life . Yet love and hope ...
... hope would be hope no longer if it did not paint the future in the colours we most admire . Its very existence depends upon the power it pos- sesses to sweeten to the latest dregs , the other- wise bitter cup of life . Yet love and hope ...
Strana 55
... hope , or love . Thus the Poet may properly address an object of which he alone perceives the beauty , or describe a cir- cumstance of which he alone feels the pathos , provided he does not dwell too long upon the object or circumstance ...
... hope , or love . Thus the Poet may properly address an object of which he alone perceives the beauty , or describe a cir- cumstance of which he alone feels the pathos , provided he does not dwell too long upon the object or circumstance ...
Strana 61
... sentence of punishment with a forehead undisturbed - that we are en- couraged to hope for mercy by the bland or benign forehead of the judge - or bear adver- sity with a brow serene . Physiognomists pro- fess to GENERAL ASSOCIATIONS . 61.
... sentence of punishment with a forehead undisturbed - that we are en- couraged to hope for mercy by the bland or benign forehead of the judge - or bear adver- sity with a brow serene . Physiognomists pro- fess to GENERAL ASSOCIATIONS . 61.
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admiration affections amongst animal artist asso associations beauty behold beneath birds bosom boughs brow burlesque capable character charm choly colour dark deep delight earth enjoyment evanescent excitement exquisite familiar fancy flowers gale gaze genius gratification hand happiness harmony heart heaven human ideas imagination impressions intel intellectual Irish labour language less light listen living look Lord Byron lyre mankind marble beauties melan melancholy melody mind minstrel misanthropy moon mountain mysterious nature neral night object ocean painter painting passions pathos peculiar perfect perhaps perpetual picture pleasure poet poet's poetic feeling poetry present principle racter refined repose rience rook SARAH STICKNEY scarcely scene sensations shadow shore silent smile solemn soul sound spirit spring stream striking sublime sweet symbo taste tempest tenderness things thou thought tion touching trees voice wandering waves weary weeping willow wild wind wings woods words
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Strana 307 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Strana 302 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Strana 319 - Nor second he that rode sublime Upon the seraph-wings of Ecstasy, The secrets of th' abyss to spy. He passed the flaming bounds of Place and Time: The living throne, the sapphire blaze, Where angels tremble while they gaze, He saw; but, blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night.
Strana 335 - men would praise the LORD for his goodness, and for his wonderful works to the children of men! 9 For he satisfieth the longing soul, and filleth the hungry soul with goodness.
Strana 330 - And he will be a wild man ; his hand will be against every man, and every man's hand against him ; and he shall dwell in the presence of all his brethren.
Strana 163 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we...
Strana 331 - He made darkness his secret place ; his pavilion round about him were dark waters and thick clouds of the skies.
Strana 306 - How beautiful is night ! A dewy freshness fills the silent air, No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven : In full-orbed glory yonder moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths.
Strana 146 - Now came still evening on, and twilight grey Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung , Silence was...