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... poet puts in his show - box , and which we all gladly pay Wordsworth and the rest for a peep at . The divine faculty is to see what everybody can look at . ― While every well - informed man in Europe , from the barber down to the ...
... poet puts in his show - box , and which we all gladly pay Wordsworth and the rest for a peep at . The divine faculty is to see what everybody can look at . ― While every well - informed man in Europe , from the barber down to the ...
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... poetic . The old story of the attained and unattained . About noon we reached the head of the lake , and took possession of a deserted won- gen , in which to cook and eat our dinner . No Jew , I am sure , can have a more thorough ...
... poetic . The old story of the attained and unattained . About noon we reached the head of the lake , and took possession of a deserted won- gen , in which to cook and eat our dinner . No Jew , I am sure , can have a more thorough ...
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... Poet with his variable quantities of fancy . ― After all , my dear Storg , it is to know things that one has need to travel , and not men . Those force us to come to them , but these come to us , sometimes whether we will or no . These ...
... Poet with his variable quantities of fancy . ― After all , my dear Storg , it is to know things that one has need to travel , and not men . Those force us to come to them , but these come to us , sometimes whether we will or no . These ...
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... poets must be born in the most English of counties ? I mean by a Thing that which is not a mere spectacle , that which some virtue of the mind leaps forth to , as it also sends forth its sympathetic flash to the mind , as soon as they ...
... poets must be born in the most English of counties ? I mean by a Thing that which is not a mere spectacle , that which some virtue of the mind leaps forth to , as it also sends forth its sympathetic flash to the mind , as soon as they ...
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... poet , full of bloody histories of the Forty- twa , and showing an imaginary French bullet , sometimes in one leg , sometimes in the other , and sometimes , toward nightfall , in both . He asserted that he had been at Coruña , calling ...
... poet , full of bloody histories of the Forty- twa , and showing an imaginary French bullet , sometimes in one leg , sometimes in the other , and sometimes , toward nightfall , in both . He asserted that he had been at Coruña , calling ...
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Page 230 - I will write independently. I have written independently without judgment. I may write independently and with judgment, hereafter. The Genius of Poetry must work out its own salvation in a man. It cannot be matured by law and precept, but by sensation and watchfulness in itself. That which is creative must create itself.
Page 307 - Poor verdant fool! And now green ice! Thy joys, Large and as lasting as thy perch of grass, Bid us lay in 'gainst winter rain, and poise Their floods with an o'erflowing glass.
Page 236 - After regarding it steadfastly, he looked up in my face with a calmness of countenance that I can never forget, and said, ' I know the colour of that blood — it is arterial blood — I cannot be deceived in that colour — that drop of blood is my deathwarrant — I must die.
Page 349 - A sweet attractive kind of grace ; A full assurance given by looks ; Continual comfort in a face, The lineaments of Gospel books — I trow that count'nance cannot lye, Whose thoughts are legible in the eye.
Page 243 - What the Imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth — whether it existed before or not...
Page 231 - The Genius of Poetry must work out its own salvation in a man : It cannot be matured by law and precept, but by sensation and watchfulness in itself. That which is creative must create itself. In " Endymion," I leaped headlong into the sea, and thereby have become better acquainted with the Soundings, the quicksands, and the rocks, than if I had stayed upon the green shore, and piped a silly pipe, and took tea and comfortable advice. I was never afraid of failure ; for I would sooner fail than not...
Page 230 - Praise or blame has but a momentary effect on the man whose love of beauty in the abstract makes him a severe critic on his own works. My own domestic criticism has given me pain without comparison beyond what Blackwood...
Page 111 - Whence even now the tumult of loud mirth Was rife, and perfect in my listening ear; Yet nought but single darkness do I find. What might this be? A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses.
Page 360 - Those who heard him while their natures were yet plastic, and their mental nerves trembled under the slightest breath of divine air, will never cease to feel and say : — " Was never eye did see that face, Was never ear did hear that tongue, Was never mind did mind his grace, That ever thought the travail long ; But eyes, and ears, and every thought, Were with his sweet perfections caught...
Page 234 - Lord Byron and this Charmian hold the first place in our Minds ; in the latter, John Howard, Bishop Hooker rocking his child's cradle, and you my dear Sister are the conquering feelings. As a Man...