The Muse in Council: Being Essays on Poets and PoetryHoughton Mifflin, 1925 - 303 pagina's |
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Pagina 11
... thoughts that had no relation in particular to these things , inducing , no doubt , a wistfully pleasant mood , but not the exal- tation of clean - cut imaginative fulfilment . It was only afterwards , when the moment returned to him ...
... thoughts that had no relation in particular to these things , inducing , no doubt , a wistfully pleasant mood , but not the exal- tation of clean - cut imaginative fulfilment . It was only afterwards , when the moment returned to him ...
Pagina 33
... thought without a guide , poetry , like any other manifesta- tion of individual life , is continually being tested by its power to tell us something that will help us towards solving the many riddles that perplex us as though we hoped ...
... thought without a guide , poetry , like any other manifesta- tion of individual life , is continually being tested by its power to tell us something that will help us towards solving the many riddles that perplex us as though we hoped ...
Pagina 44
... thought What wealth the show to me had brought : For oft , when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood , They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude ; And then my heart with pleasure fills , And dances with ...
... thought What wealth the show to me had brought : For oft , when on my couch I lie In vacant or in pensive mood , They flash upon that inward eye Which is the bliss of solitude ; And then my heart with pleasure fills , And dances with ...
Pagina 47
... thought , we have to re - create each of them separately in our own mind . But his concern at the moment is with the fact of his lone- liness ; and to express this with the greatest possible force , he states it first in one simple ...
... thought , we have to re - create each of them separately in our own mind . But his concern at the moment is with the fact of his lone- liness ; and to express this with the greatest possible force , he states it first in one simple ...
Pagina 49
... thought . It is a common error to think of the intellect as being cold and dry , an energy with which poetry should have as little to do as possible . The fact is , however , that while poetry may achieve durable charm without this ...
... thought . It is a common error to think of the intellect as being cold and dry , an energy with which poetry should have as little to do as possible . The fact is , however , that while poetry may achieve durable charm without this ...
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Pagina 41 - But at my back I always hear Time's winged chariot hurrying near, And yonder all before us lie Deserts of vast eternity.
Pagina 109 - How soon hath Time, the subtle thief of youth, Stolen on his wing my three-and-twentieth year ! My hasting days fly on with full career, But my late spring no bud or blossom shew'th.
Pagina 162 - HERACLITUS THEY told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead ; They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed. I wept as I remembered, how often you and I Had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky.
Pagina 121 - 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.
Pagina 72 - Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth, But has trouble enough of its own.
Pagina 132 - Is the night chilly and dark ? The night is chilly, but not dark. The thin gray cloud is spread on high, It covers but not hides the sky. The moon is behind, and at the full ; And yet she looks both small and dull. The night is chill, the cloud is gray : Tis a month before the month of May, And the Spring comes slowly up this way.
Pagina 120 - Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace; Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm, thy glassy wave? The captive linnet which enthral? What idle progeny succeed To chase the rolling circle's speed, Or urge the flying ball?
Pagina 44 - When all at once I saw a crowd, — A host of golden daffodils Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the Milky Way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay : Ten thousand saw I, at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance. The waves beside them danced, but they Outdid the sparkling waves in glee ; A poet could not but be gay In such a jocund company; I gazed — and gazed — but little...
Pagina 129 - Therefore all seasons shall be sweet to thee, Whether the summer clothe the general earth With greenness, or the redbreast sit and sing Betwixt the tufts of snow on the bare branch Of mossy apple-tree...
Pagina 110 - Nothing is here for tears, nothing to wail Or knock the breast, no weakness, no contempt. Dispraise or blame, nothing but well and fair. And what may quiet us in a death so noble.