On Poetic Interpretation of Nature, Volumen28;Volumen381D. Douglas, 1877 - 270 páginas |
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... emotion , we have learnt something more about the world in which we dwell than Physics have taught us , a new truth of the material universe has reached us through the imagination , not through the scientific or logical faculty . If ...
... emotion , we have learnt something more about the world in which we dwell than Physics have taught us , a new truth of the material universe has reached us through the imagination , not through the scientific or logical faculty . If ...
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... emotion , in which Poetry is born . There is no truth cognisable by man which may not shape itself into poetry . It matters not whether it be a vision of Nature's ongoings , or a conception of the understanding , or some human incident ...
... emotion , in which Poetry is born . There is no truth cognisable by man which may not shape itself into poetry . It matters not whether it be a vision of Nature's ongoings , or a conception of the understanding , or some human incident ...
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... emotion , but not leading him , as poet , to any outward action , save the one action of giving vent to what he feels , of finding poetic expression for the vision with which his imagina- tion is filled . In this we see the distinction ...
... emotion , but not leading him , as poet , to any outward action , save the one action of giving vent to what he feels , of finding poetic expression for the vision with which his imagina- tion is filled . In this we see the distinction ...
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... emotion . From the first , in every act of the imagination , these two elements are present simultaneously ; though it is true that in time the emotional element tends to grow stronger than the intellectual , sometimes even overpowers ...
... emotion . From the first , in every act of the imagination , these two elements are present simultaneously ; though it is true that in time the emotional element tends to grow stronger than the intellectual , sometimes even overpowers ...
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... emotion . And the expression of that thrill , that glow , is Poetry . The range of poetic emotion may thus be as wide as the range of human thought , as existence . But it does not follow from this that all objects are alike fit to ...
... emotion . And the expression of that thrill , that glow , is Poetry . The range of poetic emotion may thus be as wide as the range of human thought , as existence . But it does not follow from this that all objects are alike fit to ...
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Términos y frases comunes
affections Allan Ramsay appearances aspect awaken beauty Book of Job breath Burns called calm Chaucer colour comes Cowper creation delight described Divine dwell earth Eclogues emotion English poetry expression face of Nature faculty faith feeling felt flowers forms Georgics Grasmere Greek heart heaven highest hills Homer human Iliad images imagination interpene interpret landscape language light living look Lucretius meaning mechanic philosophies mental metaphor Milton mind mood Mopsus moral mountains mythology native Nature's never night o'er objects observed Ossian outer world outward world passage passed Pathetic Fallacy philosophy physical poem poet poet's poetic present reason rural Ruskin scenery scenes Science scientific seen sense sentiment Shakespeare sight sole sister song sorrow soul speaks spectacle spirit Stopford Brooke tender Theocritus things Thomson thought tion true truth Universe utterance Virgil vivid Warwickshire whole wild wind wonder words Wordsworth
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Página 105 - O, it is monstrous! monstrous! Methought, the billows spoke, and told me of it; The winds did sing it to me; and the thunder, That deep and dreadful organ-pipe, pronounc'd The name of Prosper; it did bass my trespass. Therefore my son i" the ooze is bedded ; and I'll seek him deeper than e'er plummet sounded, And with him there lie mudded.
Página 188 - And wait the' approaching sign to strike, at once, Into the general choir. Even mountains, vales, And forests seem, impatient, to demand The promised sweetness. Man superior walks Amid the glad creation, musing praise, And looking lively gratitude. At last, The clouds consign their treasures to the fields ; And, softly shaking on the dimpled pool Prelusive drops, let all their moisture flow, In large effusion, o'er the freshened world. The stealing shower is scarce to patter heard, By such as wander...
Página 168 - The current that with gentle murmur glides, Thou know'st, being stopp'd, impatiently doth rage ; But when his fair course is not hindered, He makes sweet music with the enamell'd stones, Giving a gentle kiss to every sedge He overtaketh in his pilgrimage, And so by many winding nooks he strays, With willing sport, to the wild ocean.
Página 37 - What soul was his, when, from the naked top Of some bold headland, he beheld the sun Rise up, and bathe the world in light...
Página 166 - Come, seeling night, Scarf up the tender eye of pitiful day ; And with thy bloody and invisible hand Cancel and tear to pieces that great bond "Which keeps me pale...
Página 196 - O'erhang his wavy bed, Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-eyed bat With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn...
Página 203 - tis true; but gouty limb, Though on a sofa, may I never feel: For I have loved the rural walk through lanes Of grassy swarth, close cropped by nibbling sheep, And skirted thick with intertexture firm Of thorny boughs; have loved the rural walk O'er hills, through valleys, and by rivers...
Página 194 - IN yonder grave a Druid lies, Where slowly winds the stealing wave ! The year's best sweets shall duteous rise, To deck its poet's sylvan grave ! In yon deep bed of whispering reeds His airy harp ' shall now be laid ; That he whose heart in sorrow bleeds May love through life the soothing shade. Then maids and youths shall linger here ; And, while its sounds at distance swell, Shall sadly seem in Pity's ear To hear the woodland pilgrim's knell.
Página 205 - How oft upon yon eminence our pace Has slackened to a pause, and we have borne The ruffling wind, scarce conscious that it blew, While Admiration, feeding at the eye, And still unsated, dwelt upon the scene.
Página 196 - If aught of oaten stop, or pastoral song, May hope, chaste eve, to soothe thy modest ear, Like thy own solemn springs, Thy springs, and dying gales...