Modern Literature and Literary Men: Being a Second Gallery of Literary PortraitsAppleton, 1850 - 376 páginas |
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... spring . In answer to many inquiries , the author may also intimate his inten- tion of issuing soon a revised edition of his first " Gallery , " the other having been long out of print . Dundee , 1st December , 1849 . JOHN MILTON , LORD ...
... spring . In answer to many inquiries , the author may also intimate his inten- tion of issuing soon a revised edition of his first " Gallery , " the other having been long out of print . Dundee , 1st December , 1849 . JOHN MILTON , LORD ...
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... spring morning . Calm like a god , the old man sat , and , with a smile , seemed to bid farewell to the light of day , on which he had gazed for more than eighty years . Books were near him , and the pen which had just dropped from his ...
... spring morning . Calm like a god , the old man sat , and , with a smile , seemed to bid farewell to the light of day , on which he had gazed for more than eighty years . Books were near him , and the pen which had just dropped from his ...
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... springs from the difficulty we have in understanding them , and if we wish effectually to disguise nonsense , let us roll it up in Greek or Latin verse , and it may lie there un- suspected for centuries together . Milton could not write ...
... springs from the difficulty we have in understanding them , and if we wish effectually to disguise nonsense , let us roll it up in Greek or Latin verse , and it may lie there un- suspected for centuries together . Milton could not write ...
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... spring , be he poet or porter , just as there will be more freshness in the feeling of the countryman entering London for the first time , and gaping with unbounded wonder at every sign , and shop , and shopkeeper he sees . But we ...
... spring , be he poet or porter , just as there will be more freshness in the feeling of the countryman entering London for the first time , and gaping with unbounded wonder at every sign , and shop , and shopkeeper he sees . But we ...
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... spring vigor , but which never produce fruit . Imagination is the war - horse pawing for the battle- fancy , the war - horse curvetting and neighing on the mead . From such notions of imagination and fancy , there follow , we think ...
... spring vigor , but which never produce fruit . Imagination is the war - horse pawing for the battle- fancy , the war - horse curvetting and neighing on the mead . From such notions of imagination and fancy , there follow , we think ...
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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.