The Westminster Review, Volume 12Baldwin, Cradock, and Joy, 1829 |
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... living soul , by merely misusing a pronoun . When the poet would incorporate his thoughts so as to render them visible and tangible to the mind , he must make them assume and animate the forms of natural objects . Genius must breathe ...
... living soul , by merely misusing a pronoun . When the poet would incorporate his thoughts so as to render them visible and tangible to the mind , he must make them assume and animate the forms of natural objects . Genius must breathe ...
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... living could have written , do any thing for his fame . His talent is not dramatic . ness is worth much more than genius in the production of a good acting play . Morton and Ŏ'Keefe are better men for the boards than Scott and Byron ...
... living could have written , do any thing for his fame . His talent is not dramatic . ness is worth much more than genius in the production of a good acting play . Morton and Ŏ'Keefe are better men for the boards than Scott and Byron ...
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... the mischief which befel the Ancient Mariner and his shipmates , out of revenge for the death of the Albatross , probably almost the only living thing in the dreary region about the south pole , which this 1830 . 27 Coleridge and Poetry .
... the mischief which befel the Ancient Mariner and his shipmates , out of revenge for the death of the Albatross , probably almost the only living thing in the dreary region about the south pole , which this 1830 . 27 Coleridge and Poetry .
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... 'd me with his eye . Four times fifty living men , ( And I heard nor sigh nor groan ) With heavy thump , a lifeless lump , They dropp'd down one by one . The souls did from their bodies fly , - They 1830 . 29 Coleridge and Poetry .
... 'd me with his eye . Four times fifty living men , ( And I heard nor sigh nor groan ) With heavy thump , a lifeless lump , They dropp'd down one by one . The souls did from their bodies fly , - They 1830 . 29 Coleridge and Poetry .
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... living things ! no tongue Their beauty might declare : A spring of love gush'd from my heart , And I bless'd them unaware ! Saw my kind saint took pity on me , And I bless'd them unaware . The self - same moment I could pray ; And from ...
... living things ! no tongue Their beauty might declare : A spring of love gush'd from my heart , And I bless'd them unaware ! Saw my kind saint took pity on me , And I bless'd them unaware . The self - same moment I could pray ; And from ...
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Página 21 - Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean: And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war!
Página 282 - But wild beasts of the desert shall lie there; and their houses shall be full of doleful creatures; and owls shall dwell there, and satyrs shall dance there.
Página 12 - ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve!
Página 15 - twas, that God himself Scarce seemed there to be. O sweeter than the marriage-feast, 'Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company!— To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay!
Página 24 - The harmless Albatross. The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.
Página 16 - Such a soft floating witchery of sound As twilight Elfins make, when they at eve Voyage on gentle gales from Fairy-Land, Where Melodies round honey-dropping flowers, Footless and wild, like birds of Paradise, Nor pause, nor perch, hovering on untamed wing ! O the one life within us and abroad, Which meets all motion and becomes its soul...
Página 24 - Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice; "The game is done! I've won! I've won!
Página 15 - Mid countless brethren with a lonely heart Through courts and cities the smooth savage roams Feeling himself, his own low self the whole ; When he by sacred sympathy might make The whole one self! self, that no alien knows! Self, far diffused as Fancy's wing can travel ! Self, spreading still ! Oblivious of its own, Yet all of all possessing...
Página 26 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Página 15 - ERE on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray With moving lips or bended knees ; But silently, by slow degrees, My spirit I to Love compose, In humble trust mine eyelids close, With reverential resignation, No wish conceived, no thought exprest, Only a sense of supplication ; A sense o'er all my soul imprest That I am weak, yet not unblest, Since in me, round me, everywhere Eternal strength and wisdom are.