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already appears Beatrice beauty become believe better born called century certainly character Convito Dante Dante's death delight divine doubt England English example eyes faith fancy feeling followed genius given gives grace hand heart heaven highest human ideal imagination Inferno interest Italian Italy Keats kind language learned least leaves less light living look lost Masson matter meaning Milton mind moral nature never noble once original Paradiso passage passion perhaps poem poet poetry political prose Purgatorio reason rest says seems seen sense sometimes soul sound speak Spenser spirit style sure sweet tells things thought tion true truth turn understand verse virtue whole Wordsworth writing written wrote
Sivu 296 - Him the Almighty Power Hurled headlong flaming from the ethereal sky, With hideous ruin and combustion, down To bottomless perdition, there to dwell In adamantine chains and penal fire, Who durst defy the Omnipotent to arms.
Sivu 71 - So then they that are in the flesh cannot please God. But ye are not in the flesh, but in the Spirit, if so be that the Spirit of God dwell in you.
Sivu 275 - Lastly, I should not choose this manner of writing, wherein knowing myself inferior to myself, led by the genial power of nature to another task, I have the use, as I may account, but of my left hand.
Sivu 214 - THE cock is crowing, The stream is flowing, The small birds twitter, The lake doth glitter, The green field sleeps in the sun ; The oldest and youngest Are at work with the strongest ; The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising ; There are forty feeding like one ! Like an army defeated The Snow hath retreated, And now doth fare ill On the top of the bare hill...
Sivu 313 - The Genius of Poetry must work out its own salvation in a man. It cannot be matured by law and precept, but by sensation and watchfulness in itself. That which is creative must create itself.
Sivu 280 - A thousand fantasies Begin to throng into my memory, Of calling shapes and beckoning shadows dire, And airy tongues that syllable men's names On sands and shores and desert wildernesses.
Sivu 183 - To serve to wicked man, to serve his wicked foe ! How oft do they their silver 'bowers leave To come to succour us that succour want ! How oft do they with golden...
Sivu 300 - THE measure is English heroic verse without rime, as that of Homer in Greek, and of Virgil in Latin, — rime being no necessary adjunct or true ornament of poem or good verse, in longer works especially, but the invention of a barbarous age, to set off wretched matter and lame metre...
Sivu 318 - After regarding it steadfastly, he looked up in my face with a calmness of countenance that I can never forget, and said, ' I know the colour of that blood — it is arterial blood — I cannot be deceived in that colour — that drop of blood is my deathwarrant — I must die.