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... human synod . To them it seems that their present position commands the universe . Thus the essays on the works of others , which are called criti- cisms , are often , in fact , mere records of impressions . To judge of their value you ...
... human synod . To them it seems that their present position commands the universe . Thus the essays on the works of others , which are called criti- cisms , are often , in fact , mere records of impressions . To judge of their value you ...
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... human nature . Nature is the literature and art of the divine mind ; human literature and art the criticism on that ; and they , too , find their criticism within their own sphere . The critic , then , should be not merely a poet , not ...
... human nature . Nature is the literature and art of the divine mind ; human literature and art the criticism on that ; and they , too , find their criticism within their own sphere . The critic , then , should be not merely a poet , not ...
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... human breast , and uttered in full faith , that the God of Truth will guide them aright . And here , it seems to me , has been the greatest mistake in the conduct of these journals . A smooth monotony has been at- tained , an uniformity ...
... human breast , and uttered in full faith , that the God of Truth will guide them aright . And here , it seems to me , has been the greatest mistake in the conduct of these journals . A smooth monotony has been at- tained , an uniformity ...
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... human being needs , to be reconciled to the Parent of all , will be granted to a nature so ample , so open , and so aspiring . Let me answer in a strain which bespeaks my heart as truly , if not as nobly as yours an- swers to your great ...
... human being needs , to be reconciled to the Parent of all , will be granted to a nature so ample , so open , and so aspiring . Let me answer in a strain which bespeaks my heart as truly , if not as nobly as yours an- swers to your great ...
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... human souls are blended by the organ to a stream of prayer and praise , I tune at it my separate breast , and return to my little home , cheered and ready for my day's work , as the lark does to her nest after her morning visit to the ...
... human souls are blended by the organ to a stream of prayer and praise , I tune at it my separate breast , and return to my little home , cheered and ready for my day's work , as the lark does to her nest after her morning visit to the ...
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Стр. 71 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee '! From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from, thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Стр. 35 - Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness ; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Стр. 37 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...
Стр. 70 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher, From the earth thou springest, Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Стр. 73 - Midst others of less note, came one frail Form. A phantom among men; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell...
Стр. 87 - A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear, A stifled, drowsy, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet, no relief, In word, or sigh, or tear O Lady!
Стр. 74 - Round whose rude shaft dark ivy-tresses grew Yet dripping with the forest's noonday dew, Vibrated, as the ever-beating heart Shook the weak hand that grasped it; of that crew He came the last, neglected and apart; A herd-abandoned deer struck by the hunter's dart.
Стр. 74 - A love in desolation masked— a Power Girt round with weakness — it can scarce uplift The weight of the superincumbent hour ; It is a dying lamp, a falling shower, A breaking billow ; — even whilst we speak Is it not broken ? On the withering flower The killing sun smiles brightly ; on a cheek The life can burn in blood, even while the heart may break.
Стр. 88 - To lift the smothering weight from off my breast? It were a vain endeavour, Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
Стр. 75 - The wind, the tempest roaring high, The tumult of a Tropic sky, Might well be dangerous food For him, a Youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of Heaven, And such impetuous blood.