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... wish that I “ could find time to write , " it will be a satisfaction to know that , though the last twenty months is the first period in my life when it has been permitted me to make my pen my chief means of expressing my thoughts , yet ...
... wish that I “ could find time to write , " it will be a satisfaction to know that , though the last twenty months is the first period in my life when it has been permitted me to make my pen my chief means of expressing my thoughts , yet ...
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... wish to meet thinking men , not schoolmasters or pleaders . We wish that they should do full justice to their own view , but also that they should be frank with us , and , if now our superiors , treat us as if we might some time rise to ...
... wish to meet thinking men , not schoolmasters or pleaders . We wish that they should do full justice to their own view , but also that they should be frank with us , and , if now our superiors , treat us as if we might some time rise to ...
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... wish to hear in prose the meaning of my melody . I do not wish to see my seed neatly put away beneath a paper label . Answer in new pœans to the soul of our souls . Wake me to sweeter childhood by a fresher growth . At pres- ent you are ...
... wish to hear in prose the meaning of my melody . I do not wish to see my seed neatly put away beneath a paper label . Answer in new pœans to the soul of our souls . Wake me to sweeter childhood by a fresher growth . At pres- ent you are ...
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... demand is my criticism . POET . If one object does not satisfy you , pass on to another and say nothing . CRITIC . It is not so that it would be well with me . I must penetrate the secret of my wishes , verify the justice A DIALOGUE . 13.
... demand is my criticism . POET . If one object does not satisfy you , pass on to another and say nothing . CRITIC . It is not so that it would be well with me . I must penetrate the secret of my wishes , verify the justice A DIALOGUE . 13.
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Sarah Margaret Ossoli (march.) penetrate the secret of my wishes , verify the justice of my rea- sonings . I must examine , compare , sift , and winnow ; what can bear this ordeal remains to me as pure gold . I cannot pass on till I ...
Sarah Margaret Ossoli (march.) penetrate the secret of my wishes , verify the justice of my rea- sonings . I must examine , compare , sift , and winnow ; what can bear this ordeal remains to me as pure gold . I cannot pass on till I ...
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Page 71 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee '! From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from, thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Page 35 - Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness ; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Page 37 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...
Page 70 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher, From the earth thou springest, Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Page 73 - Midst others of less note, came one frail Form. A phantom among men; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell...
Page 87 - A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear, A stifled, drowsy, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet, no relief, In word, or sigh, or tear O Lady!
Page 74 - Round whose rude shaft dark ivy-tresses grew Yet dripping with the forest's noonday dew, Vibrated, as the ever-beating heart Shook the weak hand that grasped it; of that crew He came the last, neglected and apart; A herd-abandoned deer struck by the hunter's dart.
Page 74 - A love in desolation masked— a Power Girt round with weakness — it can scarce uplift The weight of the superincumbent hour ; It is a dying lamp, a falling shower, A breaking billow ; — even whilst we speak Is it not broken ? On the withering flower The killing sun smiles brightly ; on a cheek The life can burn in blood, even while the heart may break.
Page 88 - To lift the smothering weight from off my breast? It were a vain endeavour, 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.
Page 75 - The wind, the tempest roaring high, The tumult of a Tropic sky, Might well be dangerous food For him, a Youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of Heaven, And such impetuous blood.