Critical and Miscellaneous Writings of T. Noon Talfourd ...Phillips, Sampson & Company, 1854 - 176 sider |
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... less for- soms ! Were these things visionary and un- lorn , " in their busy career ! The good house- real , who would break the spell , and bid the de- wife , who is employed all her life in the seve - licious enchantment vanish ? The ...
... less for- soms ! Were these things visionary and un- lorn , " in their busy career ! The good house- real , who would break the spell , and bid the de- wife , who is employed all her life in the seve - licious enchantment vanish ? The ...
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... less pleasing than its stately prototype . It is a sort of spirited defiance to fiction , on the behalf of reality , by one who knew full well all the strongholds of that nature which he was defending . There is not in Fielding much of ...
... less pleasing than its stately prototype . It is a sort of spirited defiance to fiction , on the behalf of reality , by one who knew full well all the strongholds of that nature which he was defending . There is not in Fielding much of ...
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... less merit as a story - but it depicts Parson Adams , whom it does the heart good to think on . He who drew this cha- racter , if he had done nothing else , would not have lived in vain . We fancy we can see him with his torn cassock ...
... less merit as a story - but it depicts Parson Adams , whom it does the heart good to think on . He who drew this cha- racter , if he had done nothing else , would not have lived in vain . We fancy we can see him with his torn cassock ...
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... less delightful from carrying a sort of fear along with that delight : it was like a pulse in the soul ! " The last scenes of this novel are We rejoice to know and feel that these delicious tales cannot perish . Since they were written ...
... less delightful from carrying a sort of fear along with that delight : it was like a pulse in the soul ! " The last scenes of this novel are We rejoice to know and feel that these delicious tales cannot perish . Since they were written ...
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... ignoran and of the worldly wise , has been gradually and silently moulding all the leading spirits | - less youth , and to bear without shrinking THE AUTHOR OF WAVERLEY . 11 THE AUTHOR OF WAVERLEY New Monthly Magazine.
... ignoran and of the worldly wise , has been gradually and silently moulding all the leading spirits | - less youth , and to bear without shrinking THE AUTHOR OF WAVERLEY . 11 THE AUTHOR OF WAVERLEY New Monthly Magazine.
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Side 54 - For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all. — I cannot paint What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love...
Side 56 - I tripped lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Side 56 - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Side 155 - Is this the region, this the soil, the clime," Said then the lost Archangel, " this the seat That we must change for Heaven? — this mournful gloom For that celestial light ? Be...
Side 56 - Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind ; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be ; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering ; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Side 46 - Still roll ; where all the aspects of misery Predominate; whose strong effects are such As he must bear, being powerless to redress; And that unless above himself he can Erect himself, how poor a thing is man...
Side 153 - Evil into the mind of God or man May come and go, so unapproved, and leave No spot or blame behind...
Side 154 - He scarce had ceased, when the superior fiend Was moving toward the shore: his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast; the broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views, At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
Side 56 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower; Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own. "Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The Girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Side 12 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye.