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... impression on him , and fires him with the desire to write something which had long been proscribed by the rules of poetical art , but which he himself calls ( to Baggesen , see The Labyrinth ) poetry proper , namely , a ballad . He ...
... impression on him , and fires him with the desire to write something which had long been proscribed by the rules of poetical art , but which he himself calls ( to Baggesen , see The Labyrinth ) poetry proper , namely , a ballad . He ...
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... impression of health and tranquillity , and , when such subjects as family worship or the country clergy- man's fatherly ministrations are portrayed , also of piety . Burns , the ploughman poet , Scotland's greatest poetic genius ...
... impression of health and tranquillity , and , when such subjects as family worship or the country clergy- man's fatherly ministrations are portrayed , also of piety . Burns , the ploughman poet , Scotland's greatest poetic genius ...
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... impression produced in Ireland by the Revolution was another cause of affright in England . The Irish hailed the tidings of the Revolution as slaves and serfs hail the news of emancipation . Although the Irish nation , under the ...
... impression produced in Ireland by the Revolution was another cause of affright in England . The Irish hailed the tidings of the Revolution as slaves and serfs hail the news of emancipation . Although the Irish nation , under the ...
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... impression produced by the events of the immediately preceding years is pre- served in Shelley's poems of the year 1819 . The political background of the intellectual life of this period is , thus , undoubtedly a dark one - dark with ...
... impression produced by the events of the immediately preceding years is pre- served in Shelley's poems of the year 1819 . The political background of the intellectual life of this period is , thus , undoubtedly a dark one - dark with ...
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... impressions . Amongst his hundreds of sonnets there is one which is peculiarly eloquent of this fundamental idea . It is the well - known : - " The World is too much with us ; late and soon , Getting and spending , we lay waste our ...
... impressions . Amongst his hundreds of sonnets there is one which is peculiarly eloquent of this fundamental idea . It is the well - known : - " The World is too much with us ; late and soon , Getting and spending , we lay waste our ...
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Page 44 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth ; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Not harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue.
Page 37 - A SLUMBER did my spirit seal ; I had no human fears : She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.
Page 45 - I gazed— and gazed— but little 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 the daffodils.
Page 47 - SHE was a Phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight; A lovely Apparition, sent To be a moment's ornament; Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair; Like Twilight's, too, her dusky hair; But all things else about her drawn From May-time and the cheerful Dawn; A dancing Shape, an Image gay, To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
Page 136 - I am certain of nothing but of the holiness of the Heart's affections and the truth of Imagination— What the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth— whether it existed before or not...
Page 221 - The sweet buds every one, When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under ; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Page 41 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colors and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Page 42 - I live not in myself, but I become Portion of that around me ; and to me High mountains are a feeling, but the hum Of human cities torture...
Page 188 - Ye Mariners of England That guard our native seas, Whose flag has braved a thousand years The battle and the breeze ! Your glorious standard launch again To match another foe, And sweep through the deep, While the stormy winds do blow ; While the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Page 223 - That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee Like a swarm of golden bees, When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent, Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas, Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high,...