Critical and Miscellaneous Writings: With Additional Articles Never Before Published in this CountryCarey and Hart, 1848 - 172 sider |
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... God into their hands as a victim - where he is placed before the clock to gaze on the advances of the hand to the hour when he is to be slain , B hues of life , and without destroying its native colouring THE AUTHOR OF WAVERLEY . 18.
... God into their hands as a victim - where he is placed before the clock to gaze on the advances of the hand to the hour when he is to be slain , B hues of life , and without destroying its native colouring THE AUTHOR OF WAVERLEY . 18.
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... nature , but to ensure a more intimate and wide communion with its mysteries . His hero does not acquire the philosopher's stone and the elixir of immortality to furnish out for himself | hour 16 TALFOURD'S MISCELLANEOUS WRITINGS .
... nature , but to ensure a more intimate and wide communion with its mysteries . His hero does not acquire the philosopher's stone and the elixir of immortality to furnish out for himself | hour 16 TALFOURD'S MISCELLANEOUS WRITINGS .
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... hour ; but it is ever the peculiar power of Mr. a dainty solitude , where he may dwell , soothed Godwin to make us feel that there is something with the music of his own undying thoughts , within us which cannot perish ! and rejoicing ...
... hour ; but it is ever the peculiar power of Mr. a dainty solitude , where he may dwell , soothed Godwin to make us feel that there is something with the music of his own undying thoughts , within us which cannot perish ! and rejoicing ...
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... hours - and excites us to stretch our thoughts backward into the gladnesses of another age . The grave- maker's work , according to the clown , in Ham- let , outlasts all others , even " till doomsday , " and the actor's fades away ...
... hours - and excites us to stretch our thoughts backward into the gladnesses of another age . The grave- maker's work , according to the clown , in Ham- let , outlasts all others , even " till doomsday , " and the actor's fades away ...
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... hour of four . There was nothing , however , effeminate in his usual style of acting . We are told , that He had a piercing eye , and in characters of heroic life , a quick imperious vivacity in his tone of voice , that painted the ...
... hour of four . There was nothing , however , effeminate in his usual style of acting . We are told , that He had a piercing eye , and in characters of heroic life , a quick imperious vivacity in his tone of voice , that painted the ...
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admiration affections amidst amongst beauty bill breathe cause character Christian church Church of England common court criticism death deep delight divine earth EDINBURGH REVIEW eloquence eternal excitement exhibit faculties faith fame fancy favour fear feel friends genius George Whitfield give glory grace habits happy heart heaven holy honour hope House House of Commons human imagination immortal inspired intellectual interest justice labours learned less living Lord Lord Eldon Lord Stowell Luther mankind ment mighty mind moral nature ness never Nisi Prius noble object once passion Pitt pleasure poet poetry Port-Royal present principles Queen Mab racter regard rendered Richard Baxter sacred scarcely scene seems sense sion slave trade solemn soul spirit statute of Anne strange success sympathy taste things thought tion triumph truth virtue voice Whitfield Wilberforce words Xavier youth
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Side 56 - Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Side 56 - 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 155 - What though the field be lost? All is not lost — the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield: And what is else not to be overcome That glory never shall his wrath or might Extort from me.
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.
Side 56 - She shall be sportive as the fawn That wild with glee across the lawn, Or up the mountain springs; And her's shall be the breathing balm, And her's the silence and the calm Of mute insensate things. "The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy.
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 55 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence : truths that wake, To perish never...
Side 55 - The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benedictions, not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest — Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast...
Side 156 - But Greece and her foundations are Built below the tide of war, Based on the crystalline sea Of thought and its eternity; Her citizens, imperial spirits, Rule the present from the past, On all this world of men inherits Their seal is set.
Side 50 - There sometimes doth a leaping fish Send through the tarn a lonely cheer; The crags repeat the raven's croak, In symphony austere ; Thither the rainbow comes — the cloud — • And mists that spread the flying shroud ; And sunbeams ; and the sounding blast, That, if it could, would hurry past; But that enormous barrier binds it fast.