Critical and Miscellaneous Writings: With Additional Articles Never Before Published in this CountryCarey and Hart, 1848 - 172 sider |
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... thoughts , as for romantic . The golden threads of poesy are not their general tendency to break up that cold too ... thought . We feel their truth - not their historic or individual truth - but their universal truth , as reflexes of ...
... thoughts , as for romantic . The golden threads of poesy are not their general tendency to break up that cold too ... thought . We feel their truth - not their historic or individual truth - but their universal truth , as reflexes of ...
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... thought , over which the mind can beatings we had become almost unconscious . brood in his ingenious and fantastical writings . It does honour to humanity by stripping off its His spirit is far too mercurial and airy to suffer ...
... thought , over which the mind can beatings we had become almost unconscious . brood in his ingenious and fantastical writings . It does honour to humanity by stripping off its His spirit is far too mercurial and airy to suffer ...
Side 10
... thoughts . There is a plaintive charm in the image presented to us of the heroine , too fair almost to dwell on ... thought of him among their depth and the tenderness of her affection , remembrances of the benefactors of their when ...
... thoughts . There is a plaintive charm in the image presented to us of the heroine , too fair almost to dwell on ... thought of him among their depth and the tenderness of her affection , remembrances of the benefactors of their when ...
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... thought , the dreams of a glory that shall be . They are resonant - not with the voice of birds , or the soft whisperings of the breeze , but with echoes from beyond the tomb . Their lowliest objects - a dwarf bush , an old stone , a ...
... thought , the dreams of a glory that shall be . They are resonant - not with the voice of birds , or the soft whisperings of the breeze , but with echoes from beyond the tomb . Their lowliest objects - a dwarf bush , an old stone , a ...
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... thoughts — the fearful view given to the bodily senses of their prisoner of his re- maining moments by the segment ... thought in the first instance , and the stately scenery of ature and the air of the supernatural in the st , ennoble ...
... thoughts — the fearful view given to the bodily senses of their prisoner of his re- maining moments by the segment ... thought in the first instance , and the stately scenery of ature and the air of the supernatural in the st , ennoble ...
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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.