Feminine Influence on the PoetsJohn Lane Company, 1911 - 351 páginas |
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... gave no such promise , revenges your desertion . " One of his friends said that Shelley spent his life in searching for green . His letters of descrip- tion are full of references to lawns among woods- " lawns of such verdure as I have ...
... gave no such promise , revenges your desertion . " One of his friends said that Shelley spent his life in searching for green . His letters of descrip- tion are full of references to lawns among woods- " lawns of such verdure as I have ...
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... gave them a good chance to do this . It was with much disap- pointment that I at last came to the conclusion that she had nothing to do with me and let her pass out of sight . I was thinking of that woman when I wrote tinues : " The ...
... gave them a good chance to do this . It was with much disap- pointment that I at last came to the conclusion that she had nothing to do with me and let her pass out of sight . I was thinking of that woman when I wrote tinues : " The ...
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... gave him tutors in " the mathe- matics and in all the other liberal sciences , " and in " the principles of the Romish church ; of which these tutors professed , though secretly , themselves to be members . " But he was at Oxford in his ...
... gave him tutors in " the mathe- matics and in all the other liberal sciences , " and in " the principles of the Romish church ; of which these tutors professed , though secretly , themselves to be members . " But he was at Oxford in his ...
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... gave him a tutor , but " still kept him in a moderate awe of herself , and so much under her own eye as to see and converse with him daily ; but she managed this power over him without any such rigid sourness as might make her company a ...
... gave him a tutor , but " still kept him in a moderate awe of herself , and so much under her own eye as to see and converse with him daily ; but she managed this power over him without any such rigid sourness as might make her company a ...
Página 126
... charge of the undertaking and sent for him to Chelsea , saying : George , I sent for you to persuade you to com- mit a wrong , by giving your patron as good a gift as he gave you : namely , that you give 126 Feminine Influence on the Poets.
... charge of the undertaking and sent for him to Chelsea , saying : George , I sent for you to persuade you to com- mit a wrong , by giving your patron as good a gift as he gave you : namely , that you give 126 Feminine Influence on the Poets.
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Página 21 - As one who, long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn, to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoin'd, from each thing met conceives delight ; The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...
Página 32 - The author continued for about three hours in a profound sleep, at least of the external senses, during which time he has the most vivid confidence, that he could not have composed less than from two to three hundred lines ; if, that indeed can be called composition in which all the images rose up before him as things, with a parallel production of the correspondent expressions, without any sensation or consciousness of effort.
Página 33 - Lyrical Ballads, in which it was agreed that my endeavours should be directed to persons and characters supernatural, or at least romantic — yet so as to transfer from our inward nature a human interest and a semblance of truth sufficient to procure for these shadows of imagination that willing suspension of disbelief, for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.
Página 236 - Highway, since you my chief Parnassus be; And that my Muse, to some ears not unsweet, Tempers her words to trampling horses
Página 315 - I am certain of nothing but 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 — for I have the same Idea of all our Passions as of Love they are all in their sublime, creative of essential Beauty.
Página 150 - I know the ways of pleasure, the sweet strains, The lullings and the relishes of it ; The propositions of hot blood and brains ; What mirth and music mean ; what love and wit Have done these twenty hundred years, and more...
Página 242 - And whilst our souls negotiate there, We like sepulchral statues lay; All day the same our postures were, And we said nothing, all the day.
Página 122 - Could Time, his flight reversed, restore the hours, When, playing with thy vesture's tissued flowers, The violet, the pink, and jessamine, I pricked them into paper with a pin, (And thou wast happier than myself the while, Wouldst softly speak, and stroke my head, and smile...
Página 78 - So passeth in the passing of a day Of mortal life the leaf, the bud, the flower...
Página 247 - To Dianeme. SWEET, be not proud of those two eyes, Which, star-like, sparkle in their skies ; Nor be you proud that you can see All hearts your captives, yours yet free ; Be you not proud of that rich hair, Which wantons with the love-sick air ; When as that ruby which you wear, Sunk from the tip of your soft ear, Will last to be a precious stone, When all your world of beauty's gone.