Essays in Biography and Criticism, Volume 1Gould and Lincoln, 1860 |
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Pagina 73
... touching the string but trusting to nature for the vibra- tion . Not so with imagination in her other mood . She then seems to draw near to the painter , that she may imitate the definiteness of his colors , to the sculptor , that FIRST ...
... touching the string but trusting to nature for the vibra- tion . Not so with imagination in her other mood . She then seems to draw near to the painter , that she may imitate the definiteness of his colors , to the sculptor , that FIRST ...
Pagina 76
... touch to be added by any other finger , because he scorns toil and pain , and yearns after hard actual truth . Spenser finishes because he loves , or because his genial all - embracing humor makes him never tire of any figure , however ...
... touch to be added by any other finger , because he scorns toil and pain , and yearns after hard actual truth . Spenser finishes because he loves , or because his genial all - embracing humor makes him never tire of any figure , however ...
Pagina 87
... touch has been sweeping , who have delighted in broad masses of shade and sunshine , who have scattered imaginative spells rather than finished imaginative pictures . Viewed abstractly , however , the case on the other side is ...
... touch has been sweeping , who have delighted in broad masses of shade and sunshine , who have scattered imaginative spells rather than finished imaginative pictures . Viewed abstractly , however , the case on the other side is ...
Pagina 95
... touch of science . Better is it , in thinking of the melodiousness of Tennyson's poetry , to recall those hours , so intensely , so serenely happy , when gradually the ear came under its spell : when the miller's daughters , and ...
... touch of science . Better is it , in thinking of the melodiousness of Tennyson's poetry , to recall those hours , so intensely , so serenely happy , when gradually the ear came under its spell : when the miller's daughters , and ...
Pagina 96
... touching the mystic chords of association . Whatever the conditions prescribed by the nature of each Art , there is no Art in which it is not neces- sary that there be a something related to its expression as substance is related to ...
... touching the mystic chords of association . Whatever the conditions prescribed by the nature of each Art , there is no Art in which it is not neces- sary that there be a something related to its expression as substance is related to ...
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Pagina 75 - Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper? The glory of his nostrils is terrible. He paweth in the valley and rejoiceth in his strength: He goeth on to meet the armed men. He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted; Neither turneth he back from the sword. The quiver rattleth against him, the glittering spear and the shield.
Pagina 84 - IN THE greenest of our valleys, By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace — Radiant palace — reared its head. In the monarch Thought's dominion — It stood there! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair.
Pagina 122 - Her eyes are homes of silent prayer, Nor other thought her mind admits But, he was dead, and there he sits, And he that brought him back is there. Then one deep love doth supersede All other, when her ardent gaze Roves from the living brother's face, And rests upon the Life indeed. All subtle thought, all curious fears, Borne down by gladness so complete, She bows, she bathes the Saviour's feet With costly spikenard and with tears.
Pagina 126 - Within himself, from more to more; Or, crown'd with attributes of woe Like glories, move his course, and show That life is not as idle ore, But iron dug from central gloom, And heated hot with burning fears, And dipt in baths of hissing tears, And batter'd with the shocks of doom To shape and use. Arise and fly The reeling Faun, the sensual feast; Move upward, working out the beast, And let the ape and tiger die.
Pagina 67 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Pagina 143 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Pagina 123 - Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Pagina 124 - And he, shall he, Man, her last work, who seem'd so fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who roll'd the psalm to wintry skies, Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer, Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law Tho...
Pagina 112 - Eye, to which all order festers, all things here are out of joint, Science moves, but slowly slowly, creeping on from point to point : Slowly comes a hungry people, as a lion, creeping nigher, Glares at one that nods and winks behind a slowly-dying fire. Yet I doubt not thro' the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widen'd with the process of the suns.
Pagina 78 - ST. AGNES' EVE— Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while...