Thoughts on the PoetsC.S. Francis & Company, 1846 - 318 páginas |
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... peculiar devotion for another , ) the body itself acquires a sacredness . It is regarded as the shrine of a hallowing affection , which the touch of an alien would desecrate . It is sentiment only that raises human appetites above those ...
... peculiar devotion for another , ) the body itself acquires a sacredness . It is regarded as the shrine of a hallowing affection , which the touch of an alien would desecrate . It is sentiment only that raises human appetites above those ...
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... peculiar and almost supernal , to have one altar reared by our own hands , one worship sacred to us alone , one secret fountain which our instinct has discovered in the wilderness of life , where we drink those sweet waters that alone ...
... peculiar and almost supernal , to have one altar reared by our own hands , one worship sacred to us alone , one secret fountain which our instinct has discovered in the wilderness of life , where we drink those sweet waters that alone ...
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... peculiar , seldom accompanied by any discriminating demand for the true and original ; and yet , experience has fully proved that these last are the only permanent elements of literature ; and no healthly mind , cognizant of its own ...
... peculiar , seldom accompanied by any discriminating demand for the true and original ; and yet , experience has fully proved that these last are the only permanent elements of literature ; and no healthly mind , cognizant of its own ...
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... peculiar attraction of his writings , and wherein consists the spell which has so long rendered his works the fa- vourites of so many and such a variety of readers ? The primary and all - pervading charm of Goldsmith is his truth . It ...
... peculiar attraction of his writings , and wherein consists the spell which has so long rendered his works the fa- vourites of so many and such a variety of readers ? The primary and all - pervading charm of Goldsmith is his truth . It ...
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... peculiar genius , and recorded the secret which has embalmed his memory . It was the clearness of his own soul which reflected so truly the imagery of life . He did but transcribe the unadorned convictions that glowed in his mind , and ...
... peculiar genius , and recorded the secret which has embalmed his memory . It was the clearness of his own soul which reflected so truly the imagery of life . He did but transcribe the unadorned convictions that glowed in his mind , and ...
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Página 235 - Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
Página 84 - Kent. Vex not his ghost. O, let him pass! He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Página 223 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain-light of all our day, Are yet a master-light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal silence...
Página 60 - See the wretch, that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again : The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
Página 250 - Until the poppied warmth of sleep oppress'd Her soothed limbs, and soul fatigued away ; Flown, like a thought, until the morrow-day ; Blissfully haven'd both from joy and pain; Clasp'd like a missal where swart Paynims pray; Blinded alike from sunshine and from rain, As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again.
Página 147 - 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.
Página 310 - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty ; and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware.
Página 278 - Dower'd with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love.
Página 98 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Página 192 - MINE be a cot beside the hill ; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch, Shall twitter from her clay-built nest; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.