The Works of Matthew Arnold, Volume 4Macmillan, 1903 |
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... WORDSWORTH VI . BYRON VII . SHELLEY . • VIII . COUNT LEO TOLSTOI IX . AMIEL CONTRIBUTIONS TO " THE PALL MALL GAZETTE ' PAGE I 42 51 73 89 120 • 151 186 220 GEORGE SAND . • 245 AT THE PRINCESS'S • 250 AN OLD PLAYGOER AT THE PLAY 255 C AN ...
... WORDSWORTH VI . BYRON VII . SHELLEY . • VIII . COUNT LEO TOLSTOI IX . AMIEL CONTRIBUTIONS TO " THE PALL MALL GAZETTE ' PAGE I 42 51 73 89 120 • 151 186 220 GEORGE SAND . • 245 AT THE PRINCESS'S • 250 AN OLD PLAYGOER AT THE PLAY 255 C AN ...
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... Wordsworth ( to name no others ) , which are the subjects of some of the Essays here collected . This is the last volume he ever put together , and it contains some of his ripest , best , most interesting writing . Perhaps it is well to ...
... Wordsworth ( to name no others ) , which are the subjects of some of the Essays here collected . This is the last volume he ever put together , and it contains some of his ripest , best , most interesting writing . Perhaps it is well to ...
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... Wordsworth call poetry ' the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all science ' ; and what is a countenance without its expression ? Again , Wordsworth finely and truly calls poetry the breath and finer spirit of all ...
... Wordsworth call poetry ' the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all science ' ; and what is a countenance without its expression ? Again , Wordsworth finely and truly calls poetry the breath and finer spirit of all ...
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... Wordsworth has modernised this Tale , and to feel how delicate and evanescent is the charm of verse , we have only to read Wordsworth's first three lines of this stanza after Chaucer's- My throat is cut unto the bone , I trow , Said ...
... Wordsworth has modernised this Tale , and to feel how delicate and evanescent is the charm of verse , we have only to read Wordsworth's first three lines of this stanza after Chaucer's- My throat is cut unto the bone , I trow , Said ...
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... Wordsworth and Coleridge , as is well known , denied it ; but the authority of Wordsworth and Coleridge does not weigh much with the young generation , and there are many signs to show that the eighteenth century and its judgments are ...
... Wordsworth and Coleridge , as is well known , denied it ; but the authority of Wordsworth and Coleridge does not weigh much with the young generation , and there are many signs to show that the eighteenth century and its judgments are ...
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Page 36 - Tho' they may gang a kennin wrang, To step aside is human : One point must still be greatly dark, The moving Why they do it ; And just as lamely can ye mark, How far perhaps they rue it. Who made the heart, 'tis He alone Decidedly can try us, He knows each chord its various tone, Each spring its various bias : Then at the balance let's be mute, We never can adjust it ; What's done we partly may compute, But know not what's resisted.
Page 50 - Memory and her siren daughters ; but by devout prayer to that Eternal Spirit who can enrich with all utterance and knowledge, and sends out his seraphim with the hallowed fire of his altar to touch and purify the lips of whom He pleases.
Page 148 - Were with his heart, and that was far away ; He recked not of the life he lost, nor prize ; But where his rude hut by the Danube lay, There were his young barbarians all at play, There was their Dacian mother, — he, their sire, Butchered to make a Roman holiday.
Page 142 - What, in ill thoughts again ? Men must endure Their going hence, even as their coming hither : Ripeness is all : Come on.
Page 38 - Had we never loved sae kindly, Had we never loved sae blindly, Never met, or never parted, We had ne'er been broken-hearted.
Page 16 - Led on the eternal Spring. Not that fair field Of Enna, where Proserpine gathering flowers, Herself a fairer flower by gloomy Dis Was gathered, which cost Ceres all that pain To seek her through the world...
Page 40 - We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet, For auld lang syne ! We twa hae run about the braes, And pu'd the gowans fine ; But we've wander'd mony a weary foot, Sin auld lang syne. We twa hae paidl't i' the burn, Frae mornin' sun till dine : But seas between us braid hae roar'd Sin auld lang syne. And here's a hand, my trusty frien', And gie's a hand o' thine ; And we'll tak a right guid willie-waught, For auld lang syne ! And surely ye'll be your pint-stoup, And surely I'll be mine ; And we'll tak a cup o...
Page 29 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...
Page 354 - Trust thyself: every heart vibrates to that iron string. Accept the place the divine providence has found for you, the society of your contemporaries, the connection of events.
Page 186 - But let no one suppose that a want of humour and a self-delusion such as Shelley's have no effect upon a man's poetry. The man Shelley, in very truth, is not entirely sane, and Shelley's poetry is not entirely sane either. The Shelley of actual life is a vision of beauty and radiance, indeed, but availing nothing, effecting nothing. And in poetry, no less than in life, he is "a beautiful and ineffectual angel, beating in the void his luminous wings in vain.