American Quarterly Review, Том 19Robert Walsh Carey, Lea & Carey, 1836 |
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... human intellect , in the silent rebuke of time thus misspent . And how many are there , with the best abilities , who make life a dream ? Who , with no stimulus from necessity , or with an unawakened ambition , or , if roused , making ...
... human intellect , in the silent rebuke of time thus misspent . And how many are there , with the best abilities , who make life a dream ? Who , with no stimulus from necessity , or with an unawakened ambition , or , if roused , making ...
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... human improvement . Would that this remark was a calumny , and that the boasted attainments , and univer- sally diffused knowledge of men , might break its force . Would that these were real existences , instead of subjects of fond ex ...
... human improvement . Would that this remark was a calumny , and that the boasted attainments , and univer- sally diffused knowledge of men , might break its force . Would that these were real existences , instead of subjects of fond ex ...
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... human nature might not be able to with- stand the violence it has not been habitually taught to restrain , nor escape the ruin that ensues from its eruption : and feeling this , he could excuse and show a forbearance to the universally ...
... human nature might not be able to with- stand the violence it has not been habitually taught to restrain , nor escape the ruin that ensues from its eruption : and feeling this , he could excuse and show a forbearance to the universally ...
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... human nature in general , and knows but little of the secret workings and concealed impulses of those with whom he is apparently intimate ; it is but the surface over which he moves , while beneath it lie all the heated ele- ments of ...
... human nature in general , and knows but little of the secret workings and concealed impulses of those with whom he is apparently intimate ; it is but the surface over which he moves , while beneath it lie all the heated ele- ments of ...
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... human body , may be but a reproduction from the same elements cast in a new form . This is no disparaging view of human nature : though it may depre- ciate our admiration for an individual , yet certainly not for the general powers and ...
... human body , may be but a reproduction from the same elements cast in a new form . This is no disparaging view of human nature : though it may depre- ciate our admiration for an individual , yet certainly not for the general powers and ...
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Стр. 431 - tis true, I have gone here and there, And made myself a motley to the view, Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, Made old offences of affections new.
Стр. 432 - In me. thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west ; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
Стр. 424 - Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells: In truth the prison, unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is: and hence for me, In sundry moods, 'twas pastime to be bound Within the Sonnet's scanty plot of ground; Pleased if some Souls (for such there needs must be) Who have felt the weight of too much liberty, Should find brief solace there, as I have found.
Стр. 425 - s not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Стр. 426 - When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate. Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope.
Стр. 108 - Tears fell, when thou wert dying, From eyes unused to weep, And long where thou art lying Will tears the cold turf steep. When hearts, whose truth was proven Like thine, are laid in earth, There should a wreath be woven, To tell the world their worth...
Стр. 430 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen!
Стр. 277 - I do remember well the hour which burst My spirit's sleep : a fresh May-dawn it was, When I walked forth upon the glittering grass, And wept, I knew not why ; until there rose From the near schoolroom, voices, that, alas ! Were but one echo from a world of woes — The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes.
Стр. 278 - While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and sped Through many a listening chamber, cave and ruin, And starlight wood, with fearful steps pursuing Hopes of high talk with the departed dead.
Стр. 108 - From eyes unused to weep, And long where thou art lying, Will tears the cold turf steep. When hearts, whose truth was proven, Like thine, are laid in earth, There should a wreath be woven To tell the world their worth. And I, who woke each morrow To clasp thy hand in mine, Who shared thy joy and sorrow, Whose weal and woe were thine: It should be mine to braid it Around thy faded brow, But I've in vain essayed it, And feel I cannot now.