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... Macbeth . " It was natu- ral that a mind so lofty and peculiar as this poet's should be attracted towards the strange and magnificent myth of Pro- metheus . It seemed a fable waiting for his treatment . Thus patiently , from age to age ...
... Macbeth . " It was natu- ral that a mind so lofty and peculiar as this poet's should be attracted towards the strange and magnificent myth of Pro- metheus . It seemed a fable waiting for his treatment . Thus patiently , from age to age ...
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... Macbeth says— " Hie thee hither , That I may pour my spirits in thine ear : And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round , Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal ...
... Macbeth says— " Hie thee hither , That I may pour my spirits in thine ear : And chastise with the valour of my tongue All that impedes thee from the golden round , Which fate and metaphysical aid doth seem To have thee crown'd withal ...
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... Macbeth's de- spair . It is a powerful nature at bay , and his language , in its fierce sweep , its lurid magnificence , its lofty yet melan- choly tone , its wild moralising , reminds us of that which Milton puts into the mouth of the ...
... Macbeth's de- spair . It is a powerful nature at bay , and his language , in its fierce sweep , its lurid magnificence , its lofty yet melan- choly tone , its wild moralising , reminds us of that which Milton puts into the mouth of the ...
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... Macbeth as a female shape of marvellous play . It rises before us as the her husband - his shadow in the other New World to the eye of Columbus , fresh , sex - a specimen of the different effects peopled with strange forms , glittering ...
... Macbeth as a female shape of marvellous play . It rises before us as the her husband - his shadow in the other New World to the eye of Columbus , fresh , sex - a specimen of the different effects peopled with strange forms , glittering ...
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... Macbeth . " These are dreams fever somewhere in his own system , al- of Shakspere's darker moods , for the smile though it has often been identified , and of the " gentle Willy " disguised often wild that , on the whole , justly , with ...
... Macbeth . " These are dreams fever somewhere in his own system , al- of Shakspere's darker moods , for the smile though it has often been identified , and of the " gentle Willy " disguised often wild that , on the whole , justly , with ...
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admiration amid angels beauty breath Burns Byron calm character Coleridge critics daring dark death deep divine Dr Johnson dream earth Ebenezer Elliott eloquent eternal Eugene Aram fancy feeling fire flowers genius gloom glory Goethe grandeur hand heart heaven hell human Iliad imagination immortal intellect James Hogg Joanna Baillie John Keats Keats language less light living Locksley Hall lofty look Macbeth melancholy ment Milton mind mingled Mirabeau misery moral mountains Napoleon nature ness never night Paradise Lost passion peculiar poem poet poetical poetry profound Prometheus PROMETHEUS BOUND prose racter scene Scott seems shadow Shakspere Shakspere's Shelley shining sion song soul speak spirit stars story strong style sublime sweet tale tears things thou thought tion tone trembling true truth ture verse voice whole wild wind wonder words Wordsworth writing written Yendys
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Seite 159 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh ; The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.
Seite 225 - Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows ; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides ; and tho...
Seite 25 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Seite 220 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter, and then cease ; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say " Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Seite 104 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me ; my spirit's bark is driven Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given ; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven ! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar ; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Seite 45 - O'er England's abbeys bends the sky, As on its friends, with kindred eye; For out of Thought's interior sphere These wonders rose to upper air; And Nature gladly gave them place, Adopted them into her race, And granted them an equal date With Andes and with Ararat.
Seite 157 - THE skies they were ashen and sober, The leaves they were crisped and sere — The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year; It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir — It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
Seite 137 - Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious Sun uprist: Then all averred I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist.
Seite 250 - And there shall be signs in the sun and in the moon and in the stars, and upon the earth distress of nations with perplexity, the sea and the waves roaring, men's hearts failing them for fear and for looking after those things which are coming on the earth ; for the powers of heaven shall be shaken.
Seite 217 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.