Modern Literature and Literary Men: Being a Second Gallery of Literary PortraitsAppleton, 1850 - 376 páginas |
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... hearts which then gave forth their thunder throbs in England , to turn out a mere sham ? Has all that bloody seed of ... heart , and the hand of that mag- nificent era . no- Are we not standing near the brink of another period , in some ...
... hearts which then gave forth their thunder throbs in England , to turn out a mere sham ? Has all that bloody seed of ... heart , and the hand of that mag- nificent era . no- Are we not standing near the brink of another period , in some ...
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... heart . Milton had intended to extend his tour to Sicily and Greece , but the state of affairs in England drew him home . I deemed it dishonorable , " he said , " to be lingering abroad , even for the improvement of my mind , while my ...
... heart . Milton had intended to extend his tour to Sicily and Greece , but the state of affairs in England drew him home . I deemed it dishonorable , " he said , " to be lingering abroad , even for the improvement of my mind , while my ...
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... " We'll neglect him , and see if that does not break his heart -- we'll bring down on his head the silence of a world , which was wont to ring with his name . " -They did not know their man . They knew not 16 JOHN MILTON .
... " We'll neglect him , and see if that does not break his heart -- we'll bring down on his head the silence of a world , which was wont to ring with his name . " -They did not know their man . They knew not 16 JOHN MILTON .
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... heart a mount of millstone - armed to the teeth - doubly armed by pride , fury , and despair - lonely as death - hungry as the grave - in- trenched in immortality - defiant against every difficulty and danger , does he pass before us ...
... heart a mount of millstone - armed to the teeth - doubly armed by pride , fury , and despair - lonely as death - hungry as the grave - in- trenched in immortality - defiant against every difficulty and danger , does he pass before us ...
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... heart into stone to give to that port its pride , and to that wing its swiftness and that glory so terrible to those nostrils , snort- ing with hatred to God , and scorn to man - to buy , beg , or borrow a copy of Milton , and study the ...
... heart into stone to give to that port its pride , and to that wing its swiftness and that glory so terrible to those nostrils , snort- ing with hatred to God , and scorn to man - to buy , beg , or borrow a copy of Milton , and study the ...
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admiration amid beautiful burning Byron called calm Carlyle character Christianity Cobbett Coleridge Crabbe criticism dark death deep divine dream earnest earth Ebenezer Elliot Edinburgh Review eloquent Emerson English eternal Eugene Aram fancy feeling fire Foster genius George Dawson gloom grandeur heart heaven hell human humor imagination intellect Isaac Taylor John Sterling language lectures Leigh Hunt less light literary living look Macaulay melancholy Milton mind misery moral morocco nature never night Paradise Paradise Lost passion peculiar poems poet poetical poetry popular praise profound prophet prose readers religion Sartor Resartus seems sense shadow Shakspeare Shelley sincere song sorrow soul speak spirit stand stars strong style sublime sweet sympathy tears thing Thomas Carlyle Thomas Macaulay thou thought tion true truth verse vision voice Voltaire William Cobbett wonder words Wordsworth writings
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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.