Modern Literature and Literary Men: Being a Second Gallery of Literary PortraitsAppleton, 1850 - 376 páginas |
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... amid the sympathy of the civilized species to re- pair it . But Milton , amidst the loss of friends , fortune , fame , sight , safety , domestic comfort , long cherished hopes , not only survived , but stood firm as a god above the ...
... amid the sympathy of the civilized species to re- pair it . But Milton , amidst the loss of friends , fortune , fame , sight , safety , domestic comfort , long cherished hopes , not only survived , but stood firm as a god above the ...
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... amid the trees , a low whisper , prophe- sying of change , and casting a nameless gloom over all the region . Such is the Paradise of Milton . It is not that of Mac- aulay , whose description of it in " Byron , " vivid as it is , gives ...
... amid the trees , a low whisper , prophe- sying of change , and casting a nameless gloom over all the region . Such is the Paradise of Milton . It is not that of Mac- aulay , whose description of it in " Byron , " vivid as it is , gives ...
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... amid danger and darkness - who knows how Homer fared as he rhapsodized the " Iliad ? " or who knows not that Dante found in his poem the escape of immeasurable sorrow ? It is not ( Warton notwithstanding ) that it has borrowed so much ...
... amid danger and darkness - who knows how Homer fared as he rhapsodized the " Iliad ? " or who knows not that Dante found in his poem the escape of immeasurable sorrow ? It is not ( Warton notwithstanding ) that it has borrowed so much ...
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... amid all that he has said to the world - and said so eloquently , and said so mournfully , and said amid such wide , and silent , and profound attention - he has told it little save his own sad story . We pass , secondly , to speak of ...
... amid all that he has said to the world - and said so eloquently , and said so mournfully , and said amid such wide , and silent , and profound attention - he has told it little save his own sad story . We pass , secondly , to speak of ...
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... amid his seniors , measuring himself proudly with their superior stature . And , possibly , had he lived , he might have ultimately taken his place amongst them , for it was in his , power to have done this . But life was denied 3 ...
... amid his seniors , measuring himself proudly with their superior stature . And , possibly , had he lived , he might have ultimately taken his place amongst them , for it was in his , power to have done this . But life was denied 3 ...
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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.