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... poor painter and the lofty moralist . Yet in both was not the piety equally unspiritual and equally tinctured by the individual tempera- ment ? We return to our narrative . Jackson , who was intimate with Haydon ful— " reserved , yet ...
... poor painter and the lofty moralist . Yet in both was not the piety equally unspiritual and equally tinctured by the individual tempera- ment ? We return to our narrative . Jackson , who was intimate with Haydon ful— " reserved , yet ...
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... poor tradesmen who could ill afford to lose . He seems to have inspired them all with his sanguine Another year passed . In spite of various interruptions , and the " croakings " of Hazlitt , who was constitutionally melancholy and con ...
... poor tradesmen who could ill afford to lose . He seems to have inspired them all with his sanguine Another year passed . In spite of various interruptions , and the " croakings " of Hazlitt , who was constitutionally melancholy and con ...
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... poor ries : no money , distracting debts , bills often penitent girl shrinking from sight , contrasted renewed , again due , and nothing to meet with the buoyant faith of a woman who is them ; " want staring him in the face . " As if ...
... poor ries : no money , distracting debts , bills often penitent girl shrinking from sight , contrasted renewed , again due , and nothing to meet with the buoyant faith of a woman who is them ; " want staring him in the face . " As if ...
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... Poor Haydon ! it ; and when he granted a small sum in aid to the British Museum , he told the Trustees that they must go without next year . In spite of these continual rebuffs , on a subject so near his heart , Haydon is full of ...
... Poor Haydon ! it ; and when he granted a small sum in aid to the British Museum , he told the Trustees that they must go without next year . In spite of these continual rebuffs , on a subject so near his heart , Haydon is full of ...
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... poor : you voted 10,000 for the Poles , and 20,000l . for the Euphrates . ' ' I was against 10,000l . for the Poles . These things only bring over more refugees , ' said Lord Melbourne . ' What about the Euphrates ? ' Why , my Lord ...
... poor : you voted 10,000 for the Poles , and 20,000l . for the Euphrates . ' ' I was against 10,000l . for the Poles . These things only bring over more refugees , ' said Lord Melbourne . ' What about the Euphrates ? ' Why , my Lord ...
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Side 370 - You wait on nature's mischief! Come, thick night, And pall thee in the dunnest smoke of hell, That my keen knife see not the wound it makes, Nor heaven peep through the blanket of the dark, To cry 'Hold, hold!
Side 313 - The bridegroom sea Is toying with the shore, his wedded bride, And, in the fulness of his marriage joy, He decorates her tawny brow with shells, Retires a space, to see how fair she looks, Then proud runs up to kiss her.
Side 144 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet, As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ; Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Side 191 - She looks a sea Cybele, fresh from ocean, Rising with her tiara of proud towers At airy distance, with majestic motion, A ruler of the waters and their powers...
Side 175 - When the ended curse Left silence in the world, right suddenly He sprang up rampant and stood straight and stiff, As if the new reality of death Were dashed against his eyes, and roared so fierce, (Such thick carnivorous passion in his throat Tearing a passage through the wrath and fear) And roared so wild, and smote from all the hills Such fast keen echoes crumbling down the vales Precipitately, — that the forest beasts, One after one, did mutter a response Of savage and of sorrowful complaint...
Side 191 - Had stamp'd her image in me, and even so, Although I found her thus, we did not part, Perchance even dearer in her day of woe Than when she was a boast, a marvel, and a show.
Side 48 - OH ! weep for those that wept by Babel's stream, Whose shrines are desolate, whose land a dream : Weep for the harp of Judah's broken shell ; Mourn — where their God hath dwelt the godless dwell!
Side 60 - We want a national epic that shall correspond to the size of the country; that shall be to all other epics what Banvard's Panorama of the Mississippi is to all other paintings, — the largest in the world!" "Ah!" "We want a national drama in which scope enough shall be given to our gigantic ideas, and to the unparalleled activity and progress of our people!
Side 146 - I could never hear the AveMary bell* without an elevation, or think it a sufficient warrant, because they erred in one circumstance, for me to err in all, that is, in silence and dumb contempt ; whilst therefore they directed their devotions to her, I offered mine to God, and rectified the errors of their prayers, by rightly ordering mine own.
Side 144 - Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart. Yet it was not that Nature had shed o'er the scene Her purest of crystal and brightest of green; 'Twas not her soft magic of streamlet or hill, Oh ! no— it was something more exquisite still.