The Analyst: A Quarterly Journal of Science, Literature, Natural History, and the Fine Arts, Volumen1

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Simpkin and Marshall, 1834
 

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Página 261 - Go, lovely Rose! Tell her, that wastes her time and me, That now she knows, When I resemble her to thee, How sweet and fair she seems to be. Tell her that's young And shuns to have her graces spied, That hadst thou sprung In deserts, where no men abide, Thou must have uncommended died. Small is the worth Of beauty from the light retired: Bid her come forth, Suffer herself to be desired, And not blush...
Página 151 - In the one the incidents and agents were to be, in part at least, supernatural ; and the excellence aimed at was to consist in the interesting of the affections by the dramatic truth of such emotions as would naturally accompany such situations, supposing them real.
Página 151 - I were neighbours, our conversations turned frequently on the two cardinal points of poetry, the power of exciting the sympathy of the reader by a faithful adherence to the truth of nature, and the power of giving the interest of novelty by the modifying colors of imagination.
Página 151 - The sudden charm, which accidents of light and shade, which moonlight or sunset diffused over a known and familiar landscape, appeared to represent the practicability of combining both. These are the poetry of nature. The thought suggested itself (to which of us I do not recollect) that a series of poems might be composed of two sorts. In the one, the incidents and agents were to be, in part at least, supernatural; and the excellence aimed at was to consist in the interesting...
Página 297 - And they said, Go to, let us build us a city, and a tower whose top may reach unto heaven, and let us make us a name, lest we be scattered abroad upon the face of the whole earth.
Página 347 - In his last illness, his physician observing in the morning that he seemed to cough with more difficulty, he answered, ' that is rather surprising, as I have been practising all night.
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Página 91 - She was a form of life and light, That, seen, became a part of sight; And rose where'er I turn'd mine eye, The morning-star of memory ! " Yes, love indeed is light from heaven ; A spark of that immortal fire With angels shared, by Alia given, To lift from earth our low desire.
Página 109 - You err, not knowing the Scriptures, nor the power of God; laying before us two books or volumes to study, if we will be secured from error ; first, the Scriptures revealing the will of God, and then the creatures expressing his power ; for that latter book will certify us, that nothing which the first teacheth shall be thought impossible.
Página 151 - For the second class, subjects were to be chosen from ordinary life; the characters and incidents were to be such as will be found in every village and its vicinity, where there is a meditative and feeling mind to seek after them, or to notice them when they present themselves. In this idea originated the plan of the Lyrical Ballads...

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