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... feels a deep interest ; and hence , a very flimsy and spurious kind of philosophy , however trifling or despicable it may appear in the eyes of the few who are accus- tomed to think more profoundly , has gained currency among cer- tain ...
... feels a deep interest ; and hence , a very flimsy and spurious kind of philosophy , however trifling or despicable it may appear in the eyes of the few who are accus- tomed to think more profoundly , has gained currency among cer- tain ...
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... feelings which are ' usually excited by the mere efforts of genius . The impression of this interest still accompanies the perusal of their writings : But there is another interest of more lasting , and far stronger power , which the ...
... feelings which are ' usually excited by the mere efforts of genius . The impression of this interest still accompanies the perusal of their writings : But there is another interest of more lasting , and far stronger power , which the ...
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... feelings which had been cherished for the seclusion in which they sprung - for their own still deep peace - and for their breathings of unbeheld com- munions , seizing upon all these , and flinging them out into the open air , that they ...
... feelings which had been cherished for the seclusion in which they sprung - for their own still deep peace - and for their breathings of unbeheld com- munions , seizing upon all these , and flinging them out into the open air , that they ...
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... feeling as if that inmost soul which they disclose revealed itself to us alone . The audience of a theatre forms a sublime unity to the actor ; but each person sees and feels with the same incommunicated intensity , as if all pass- ed ...
... feeling as if that inmost soul which they disclose revealed itself to us alone . The audience of a theatre forms a sublime unity to the actor ; but each person sees and feels with the same incommunicated intensity , as if all pass- ed ...
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... feelings towards the idol of a former age , may perhaps be wearied with that perpetual self - reference which to them ... feeling , in the reader's mind , of its being a portraiture of one with whom he has formed a kind of strange , wild ...
... feelings towards the idol of a former age , may perhaps be wearied with that perpetual self - reference which to them ... feeling , in the reader's mind , of its being a portraiture of one with whom he has formed a kind of strange , wild ...
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Стр. 116 - And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Стр. 101 - The moon is up, and yet it is not night; Sunset divides the sky with her; a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains; Heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be, — Melted to one vast Iris of the West, — Where the Day joins the past Eternity, While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Floats through the azure air — an island of the blest!
Стр. 115 - Dark-heaving — boundless, endless and sublime, The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Стр. 107 - And mounts in spray the skies, and thence again Returns in an unceasing shower, which round, With its unemptied cloud of gentle rain, Is an eternal April to the ground, Making it all one emerald; — how profound The gulf! and how the giant element From rock to rock leaps with delirious bound, Crushing the cliffs, which, downward worn and rent With his fierce footsteps, yield in chasms a fearful vent...
Стр. 107 - The roar of waters ! — from the headlong height Velino cleaves the wave-worn precipice ; The fall of waters ! rapid as the light The flashing mass foams shaking the abyss; The hell of waters ! where they howl and hiss, And boil in endless torture ; while the sweat Of their great agony, wrung out from this Their Phlegethon, curls round the rocks of jet That gird the gulf around, in pitiless horror set, LXX.
Стр. 192 - Party is a body of men united, for promoting by their joint endeavours the national interest, upon some particular principle in which they are all agreed.
Стр. 115 - The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown. His steps are not upon thy paths, — thy fields Are not a spoil for him...
Стр. 114 - It will not bear the brightness of the day, Which streams too much on all years, man, have reft away.
Стр. 116 - Ye ! who have traced the Pilgrim to the scene Which is his last, if in your memories dwell A thought which once was his, if on ye swell...
Стр. 109 - Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers: dost thou flow, Old Tiber! through a marble wilderness? Rise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress.