Colloquies, Desultory, But Chiefly Upon Poetry and Poets: Between an Elder, Enthusiastic, and an Apostle of the LawOrr and Company and Houlston and Stonemen, 1844 - Всего страниц: 268 |
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... seemed to aug- ment the velocity of his flight . Age , as I afterwards discovered , had dealt leniently with him ; for though in close proximity with the grand climacteric , his visage was little marred by furrows , and hoar hairs have ...
... seemed to aug- ment the velocity of his flight . Age , as I afterwards discovered , had dealt leniently with him ; for though in close proximity with the grand climacteric , his visage was little marred by furrows , and hoar hairs have ...
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... seemed gifted with the volatility of an angel's wing . Town - imprisoned , " as gentle Mary terms it ( William Howitt's Mary , not mine ) , town - imprisoned , we taste but a dilution of the joy- enkindling elixir which Delight , prime ...
... seemed gifted with the volatility of an angel's wing . Town - imprisoned , " as gentle Mary terms it ( William Howitt's Mary , not mine ) , town - imprisoned , we taste but a dilution of the joy- enkindling elixir which Delight , prime ...
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... seemed in a realm sacred to Silence - in a sanctuary upon whose stillness there intruded only the fitful note of some drowsy wood - warbler , nestling down for the night , very languidly carolled , but not on that account the less heart ...
... seemed in a realm sacred to Silence - in a sanctuary upon whose stillness there intruded only the fitful note of some drowsy wood - warbler , nestling down for the night , very languidly carolled , but not on that account the less heart ...
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... seemed strongly of opinion that there was a season for talking as well as a season for singing , and on the sixth evening his conduct portended dis- cussion . A portly volume of Shakspeare was lying open on the table , implying recent ...
... seemed strongly of opinion that there was a season for talking as well as a season for singing , and on the sixth evening his conduct portended dis- cussion . A portly volume of Shakspeare was lying open on the table , implying recent ...
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... seemed garlanded more than sadly closed in with evergreen . This was the outline of his argument : " It is not meet that guests - expectant of a Great King , such as is He who claims our souls ' allegiance -that children journeying to ...
... seemed garlanded more than sadly closed in with evergreen . This was the outline of his argument : " It is not meet that guests - expectant of a Great King , such as is He who claims our souls ' allegiance -that children journeying to ...
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Стр. 142 - tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, ^ That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Стр. 115 - We rest. — A dream has power to poison sleep ; We rise. — One wandering thought pollutes the day ; We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep; Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away : It is the same!
Стр. 151 - I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho
Стр. 139 - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more ; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep...
Стр. 72 - More sweet than odours caught by him who sails Near spicy shores of Araby the blest, A thousand times more exquisitely sweet, The freight of holy feeling which we meet, In thoughtful moments, wafted by the gales From fields where good men walk, or bowers wherein they rest.
Стр. 179 - I have not loved the world, nor the world me; I have not flattered its rank breath, nor bow'd To its idolatries a patient knee, Nor coin'd my cheek to smiles, - nor cried aloud In worship of an echo; in the crowd They could not deem me one of such; I stood Among them, but not of them; in a shroud Of thoughts which were not their thoughts, and still could, Had I not filed my mind, which thus itself subdued.
Стр. 141 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod...
Стр. 146 - Why should we thus, with an untoward mind, And in the weakness of humanity, From natural wisdom turn our hearts away, To natural comfort shut our eyes and ears, And, feeding on disquiet, thus disturb The calm of nature with our restless thoughts?
Стр. 152 - Though thy clime Be fickle, and thy year most part deform'd With dripping rains, or wither'd by a frost, I would not yet exchange thy sullen skies, And fields without a flower, for warmer France With all her vines ; nor for Ausonia's groves Of golden fruitage, and her myrtle bowers.
Стр. 161 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.