Modern Literature and Literary Men: Being a Second Gallery of Literary PortraitsAppleton, 1850 - 376 páginas |
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... genius , and eloquence . We propose to refresh ourselves and others , by simply jotting down a few particulars of the poet's career , without professing to give , on this head , any thing new . John Milton was born in Bread - street ...
... genius , and eloquence . We propose to refresh ourselves and others , by simply jotting down a few particulars of the poet's career , without professing to give , on this head , any thing new . John Milton was born in Bread - street ...
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... genius , and on which that genius fed , free and unbounded , as a fire feeds on a mighty forest . There , probably , much time was spent in the contemplation of natural scenery , and in the exercises of devotion ; and there he composed ...
... genius , and on which that genius fed , free and unbounded , as a fire feeds on a mighty forest . There , probably , much time was spent in the contemplation of natural scenery , and in the exercises of devotion ; and there he composed ...
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... genius , so highly cultured , yet still so fresh and young , in his old expe- rience , he did not venture to put his hand to the task till , with strong crying and tears , he had asked the inspiration and guidance of a higher power ...
... genius , so highly cultured , yet still so fresh and young , in his old expe- rience , he did not venture to put his hand to the task till , with strong crying and tears , he had asked the inspiration and guidance of a higher power ...
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Being a Second Gallery of Literary Portraits George Gilfillan. and sir great genius in it ; but it won't sell , we fear - far too long - too many learned words in it - odd episode that on sin and death . If you could rub it down into a ...
Being a Second Gallery of Literary Portraits George Gilfillan. and sir great genius in it ; but it won't sell , we fear - far too long - too many learned words in it - odd episode that on sin and death . If you could rub it down into a ...
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... genius culminated , preceded " Samson Agonistes " -still some of the epochs of his life are distinctly marked by the advancing stages of his wri- tings . Lowest in the scale , then , are usually ranked his Latin poems , which , with ...
... genius culminated , preceded " Samson Agonistes " -still some of the epochs of his life are distinctly marked by the advancing stages of his wri- tings . Lowest in the scale , then , are usually ranked his Latin poems , which , with ...
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Página 279 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh ; The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.
Página 260 - The many men so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I.
Página 24 - Typhon huge ending in snaky twine : Our Babe, to show His Godhead true, Can in His swaddling bands control the damned crew.
Página 24 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Página 338 - 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.
Página 248 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me, — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe — into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak ; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
Página 29 - Parthenon As the best gem upon her zone ; And Morning opes with haste her lids To gaze upon the Pyramids ; 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.
Página 332 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Página 91 - Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it...
Página 204 - At last I heard a voice upon the slope Cry to the summit, ' Is there any hope ? ' To which an answer peal'd from that high land, But in a tongue no man could understand ; And on the glimmering limit far withdrawn God made Himself an awful rose of dawn.