Galleries of Literary Portraits, Band 1Hogg, 1856 |
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... pass'd the narrow stream The continents to the far flame - faced East , that parts Thou shalt proceed the highway of the sun ; Then cross the sounding ocean , till thou reach them Cisthene and the Gorgon plains , where dwell |
... pass'd the narrow stream The continents to the far flame - faced East , that parts Thou shalt proceed the highway of the sun ; Then cross the sounding ocean , till thou reach them Cisthene and the Gorgon plains , where dwell |
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... pass Whence from the Bybline heights the sacred Nile Pours his salubrious flood . The winding wave Thence to triangled Egypt guides thee , where A distant home awaits thee , fated mother Of no unstoried race . " Compare this with ...
... pass Whence from the Bybline heights the sacred Nile Pours his salubrious flood . The winding wave Thence to triangled Egypt guides thee , where A distant home awaits thee , fated mother Of no unstoried race . " Compare this with ...
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... pass away . " It is the world - ary landmarks fled away , like the islands the world of every age - the miniature of of the Apocalyptic vision , and when in the universe ! their room a thousand lovely dreams The Times of Shakspere ...
... pass away . " It is the world - ary landmarks fled away , like the islands the world of every age - the miniature of of the Apocalyptic vision , and when in the universe ! their room a thousand lovely dreams The Times of Shakspere ...
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... pass away . " It is the world - ary landmarks fled away , like the islands the world of every age - the miniature of the universe ! of the Apocalyptic vision , and when in their room a thousand lovely dreams The Times of Shakspere ...
... pass away . " It is the world - ary landmarks fled away , like the islands the world of every age - the miniature of the universe ! of the Apocalyptic vision , and when in their room a thousand lovely dreams The Times of Shakspere ...
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... pass to speak of the qualities of his genius . First of these , I name a quality to which I have already alluded - his universality . He belongs to all ages , all lands , all ranks , all professions , all cha- racters , and all ...
... pass to speak of the qualities of his genius . First of these , I name a quality to which I have already alluded - his universality . He belongs to all ages , all lands , all ranks , all professions , all cha- racters , and all ...
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admiration amid angels beauty breath Burns Byron calm character Coleridge critics daring dark death deep divine Dr Johnson dream earth Ebenezer Elliott eloquent eternal Eugene Aram fancy feeling fire flowers genius gloom glory Goethe grandeur hand heart heaven hell human Iliad imagination immortal intellect James Hogg Joanna Baillie John Keats Keats language less light living Locksley Hall lofty look Macbeth melancholy ment Milton mind mingled Mirabeau misery moral mountains Napoleon nature ness never night Paradise Lost passion peculiar poem poet poetical poetry profound Prometheus PROMETHEUS BOUND prose racter scene Scott seems shadow Shakspere Shakspere's Shelley shining sion song soul speak spirit stars story strong style sublime sweet tale tears things thou thought tion tone trembling true truth ture verse voice whole wild wind wonder words Wordsworth writing written Yendys
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Seite 159 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh ; The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.
Seite 225 - Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows ; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides ; and tho...
Seite 25 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Seite 220 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter, and then cease ; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say " Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Seite 104 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me ; my spirit's bark is driven Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given ; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven ! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar ; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Seite 45 - O'er England's abbeys bends the sky, As on its friends, with kindred eye; For out of Thought's interior sphere These wonders rose to upper air; And Nature gladly gave them place, Adopted them into her race, And granted them an equal date With Andes and with Ararat.
Seite 157 - THE skies they were ashen and sober, The leaves they were crisped and sere — The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year; It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir — It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
Seite 137 - Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious Sun uprist: Then all averred I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist.
Seite 250 - And there shall be signs in the sun and in the moon and in the stars, and upon the earth distress of nations with perplexity, the sea and the waves roaring, men's hearts failing them for fear and for looking after those things which are coming on the earth ; for the powers of heaven shall be shaken.
Seite 217 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.