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Стр. 255 - I do not know what I may appear to the world, but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me.
Стр. 56 - In my mind the highest of all poetry is ethical poetry, as the highest of all earthly objects must be moral truth. Religion does not make a part of my subject ; it is something beyond human powers, and has failed in all human hands except Milton's and Dante's, and even Dante's powers are involved in his delineation of human passions, though in supernatural circumstances. What made Socrates the greatest of men?
Стр. 5 - It is the invention that, in different degrees, distinguishes all great geniuses: the utmost stretch of human study, learning, and industry, which masters everything besides, can never attain to this. It furnishes art with all her materials, and without it judgment itself can at best but 'steal wisely' : for art is only like a prudent steward that lives on managing the riches of nature.
Стр. xiv - Came a sound, a sense of music, which was rather felt than heard. Softly, finely, it inwound me — From the world it shut me in, — Like a fountain falling round me, Which with silver waters thin Clips a little marble Naiad, sitting smilingly 'within.
Стр. 167 - Contemplative piety, or the intercourse between God and the human soul, cannot be poetical. Man admitted to implore the mercy of his Creator and plead the merits of his Redeemer is already in a higher state than poetry can confer.
Стр. 279 - Above it stood the Seraphims: each one had six wings; with twain he covered his face, and with twain he covered his feet, and with twain he did fly.
Стр. 263 - Pure as the expanse of heaven I thither went With unexperienced thought and laid me down On the green bank to look into the clear Smooth lake that to me seemed another sky. As I bent down to look just opposite A shape within the watery gleam appeared Bending to look on me. I started back It started back but pleased I soon returned Pleased it returned as soon with answering looks Of sympathy and love.
Стр. 136 - First glancing round, lest tempests should be nigh And lays close to the ground his ruddy lips, And shapes their beauty into sound, and calls On all the petall'd flowers that sit beneath In hiding-places from the rain and snow, To loosen the hard soil, and leave their cold Sad idlesse, and betake them up to him. They straightway hear his voice A thought did come, And press from out my soul the heathen dream. Mine eyes were purged. Straightway did I bind Round me the garment of my strength, and heard...
Стр. 280 - And he came and took the book out of the right hand of him that sat upon the throne. And when he had taken the book, the four beasts and four and twenty elders fell down before the Lamb, having every one of them harps and golden vials full of odours, which are the prayers of saints.