Critical and Miscellaneous Essays, Band 1Carey and Hart, 1842 |
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... sound ; his descriptions of scenery exquisitely true ; his paintings of human character and passion admirable ; his wit and humour delightful , when it does not degenerate into " fun ; " and no writer of modern times has written so many ...
... sound ; his descriptions of scenery exquisitely true ; his paintings of human character and passion admirable ; his wit and humour delightful , when it does not degenerate into " fun ; " and no writer of modern times has written so many ...
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... sound ; his descriptions of scenery exquisitely true ; his paintings of human character and passion admirable ; his wit and humour delightful , when it does not degenerate into " fun ; " and no writer of modern times has written so many ...
... sound ; his descriptions of scenery exquisitely true ; his paintings of human character and passion admirable ; his wit and humour delightful , when it does not degenerate into " fun ; " and no writer of modern times has written so many ...
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... sound of ethereal music , now warlike and tempestuous - now , as " from flutes and soft recorders , " accompanying , not pæans of victory , but hymns of peace . That life , too , seems , now that it is gone , to have been of a thousand ...
... sound of ethereal music , now warlike and tempestuous - now , as " from flutes and soft recorders , " accompanying , not pæans of victory , but hymns of peace . That life , too , seems , now that it is gone , to have been of a thousand ...
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... sound of the merry - twinkling feet within these now so melancholy walls , and sleep now reigning over all the house - save this one room- will be banished far over the sea - and Morning will be reluctant to allow her light to break up ...
... sound of the merry - twinkling feet within these now so melancholy walls , and sleep now reigning over all the house - save this one room- will be banished far over the sea - and Morning will be reluctant to allow her light to break up ...
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... sound , hark how the mingling waters of the Cherwell and the Isis soften the severe silence of the holy night ! Remote from kindred , and from all the friendships that were the native growth of the fair fields where our boy- hood and ...
... sound , hark how the mingling waters of the Cherwell and the Isis soften the severe silence of the holy night ! Remote from kindred , and from all the friendships that were the native growth of the fair fields where our boy- hood and ...
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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.