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Page 214 - Wordsworth's poetry is great because of the extraordinary power with which Wordsworth feels the joy offered to us in nature, the joy offered to us in the simple primary affections and duties ; and because of the extraordinary power with which, in case after case, he shows us this joy, and renders it so as to make us share it.
Page 36 - ... this account, and who would, therefore, divorce poetry from philosophy, have, I apprehend, taken a too. limited view of the functions of the human mind, and of the manner in which truth is obtained. There is, in poetry, a divine and prophetic power, and an insight into the turn and aspect of things, which, if properly used, would make it the ally of science instead of the enemy.
Page 50 - Pollolc, in his, fell short on the intellectual and not the metrical side. In Pope the two elements of the combination were excellently suited one to another, though neither was of the lordlier ideal sort. Keats erred extravagantly in the direction of voluptuous phrasing, often almost smothering his thoughts in mere mode of utterance, or making them pass before the reader like shapes that staggered beneath burdens of flowers. Shelley came very near, in certain instances, wedding " perfect music unto...
Page 205 - To be more prince) as may be. You are sad. Hub. Indeed, I have been merrier. Arth. Mercy on me! Methinks, nobody should be sad but I : Yet, I remember, when I was in France, Young gentlemen would be as sad as night, Only for wantonness.
Page 283 - I'd see if I couldn't for once extract a little pleasure out of a holiday ! " The handsome dining-room at the club looked bright, but it was empty. Who dines at this club on Christmas but lonely bachelors? There was a flutter of surprise when I ordered a dinner, and the few attendants were, no doubt, glad of something to break the monotony of the hours. " My dinner was well served. The spacious room looked lonely ; but the white, snowy cloths, the rich...
Page 36 - ... science instead of the enemy. By the poet, nature is contemplated on the side of the emotions ; by the man of science, on the side of the understanding. But the emotions are as much a part of us as the understanding : they are as truthful ; they are as likely to be right. Though their view is different, it is not capricious. They obey fixed laws ; they follow an orderly and uniform course ; they run in sequences ; they have their logic and method of inference.
Page 287 - I did was to run against a small figure crouching in the doorway. A face looked up quickly at the rough encounter, and I saw the pale features of the window-pane. I was very irritated and angry, and spoke harshly; and then, all at once, I am sure I don't know how it happened, but it flashed upon me that I, of all men, had no right to utter a harsh word to one oppressed with so wretched a Christmas as this poor creature was. I couldn't say another word, but began feeling in my pocket for some money,...
Page 289 - ... myself and began inventing excuses and all that sort of thing, but I rigidly forced myself to look squarely at my own conduct. And then I reconciled my conscience by declaring that, if ever after that day I hated a holiday again, might my holidays end at once and forever! "Did I go and see my proteges again? What a question! Why — well, no matter. If the widow is comfortable now, it is because she has found a way to earn without difficulty enough for her few wants. That's no fault of mine....
Page 23 - This is the life of the man ; and this stirring career away from home renders home to him necessary as a place of repose, where he may take off his armor, relax his strained attention, and surrender himself to perfect rest.
Page 228 - ... are not pure : we have many very powerful passions and evil tendencies; and life and society must be so adjusted that these passions and tendencies are not unnecessarily strengthened. Quiver. The nude human figure, male or female, in the judgment of innumerable conscientious and excellent persons, is not only a fit subject for art, but is the noblest and most elevating of all subjects that art can treat. In the language of an English writer, to say that " the crown and glory of creation is an...