Critical and Miscellaneous Essays, Band 1Carey and Hart, 1842 |
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... dead , Even in the loveliest looks they wore ! ' The years , the months , the weeks , the days , the nights , the hours , the minutes , the moments , each is in itself a different living , and peopled , and haunted world . One life is a ...
... dead , Even in the loveliest looks they wore ! ' The years , the months , the weeks , the days , the nights , the hours , the minutes , the moments , each is in itself a different living , and peopled , and haunted world . One life is a ...
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... dead of night - and it is now the dead of night - how the heart often quakes on a sudden at the silent resur- rection of buried thoughts ! " Thoughts that like phantoms trackless come and go ! " Perhaps the sunshine of some one single ...
... dead of night - and it is now the dead of night - how the heart often quakes on a sudden at the silent resur- rection of buried thoughts ! " Thoughts that like phantoms trackless come and go ! " Perhaps the sunshine of some one single ...
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... dead , -whether instinct with love and intelligence , or but of the insensate sod , that once were to him all his being , so blended was that being then , with all it saw and heard on this musical and lus- trous earth , that , as it ...
... dead , -whether instinct with love and intelligence , or but of the insensate sod , that once were to him all his being , so blended was that being then , with all it saw and heard on this musical and lus- trous earth , that , as it ...
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... dead ! Some great clock is striking from one of many domes - from the majestic tower of St. Mary Magdalen— and in the deepened hush that follows the solemn sound , hark how the mingling waters of the Cherwell and the Isis soften the ...
... dead ! Some great clock is striking from one of many domes - from the majestic tower of St. Mary Magdalen— and in the deepened hush that follows the solemn sound , hark how the mingling waters of the Cherwell and the Isis soften the ...
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... dead worm , and attached to a yarn thread , for he has not yet got into hair , and is years off gut , his rod of the mere willow or hazel wand , there will he stand during all his play - hours , as forgetful of his primer as if the ...
... dead worm , and attached to a yarn thread , for he has not yet got into hair , and is years off gut , his rod of the mere willow or hazel wand , there will he stand during all his play - hours , as forgetful of his primer as if the ...
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Beliebte Passagen
Seite 260 - Hence in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore...
Seite 201 - ... the passions of men are incorporated with the beautiful and permanent forms of nature.
Seite 308 - All things that love the sun are out of doors; The sky rejoices in the morning's birth; The grass is bright with rain-drops; — on the moors The hare is running races in her mirth; And with her feet she from the plashy earth Raises a mist, that, glittering in the sun Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run.
Seite 265 - Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind ; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be ; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering ; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Seite 168 - With mazy error under pendent shades Ran nectar, visiting each plant, and fed Flowers worthy of Paradise, which not nice Art In beds and curious knots, but Nature boon Pour'd forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain...
Seite 206 - For the human mind is capable of being excited without the application of gross and violent stimulants; and he must have a very faint perception of its beauty and dignity who does not know this, and who does not further know, that one being is elevated above another, in proportion as he possesses this capability.
Seite 308 - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace: Nor know we any thing so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads: Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.
Seite 222 - Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
Seite 246 - Of mountain torrents ; or the visible scene Would enter unawares into his mind With all its solemn imagery, its rocks, Its woods, and that uncertain heaven received Into the bosom of the steady lake. This boy was taken from his mates, and died In childhood, ere he was full twelve years old.
Seite 215 - ... must often, in liveliness and truth, fall short of that which is uttered by men in real life, under the actual pressure of those passions, certain shadows of which the poet thus produces, or feels to be produced, in himself.