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... doubts whether or no to publish his book , De Veritate , ( which was against revealed religion , on the ground that it was im- probable that Heaven should deal partially with men , revealing its will to one Lord H. - You borrow that ...
... doubts whether or no to publish his book , De Veritate , ( which was against revealed religion , on the ground that it was im- probable that Heaven should deal partially with men , revealing its will to one Lord H. - You borrow that ...
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... doubts and lures may beset a man , what I do possess is more surely mine , and less a prey to contingencies . It is a well - tempered wine that has been carried over many seas , and escaped many ship- wrecks . George H. - I can the less ...
... doubts and lures may beset a man , what I do possess is more surely mine , and less a prey to contingencies . It is a well - tempered wine that has been carried over many seas , and escaped many ship- wrecks . George H. - I can the less ...
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... doubt not that every conviction which a human being needs , to be reconciled to the Parent of all , will be granted to a nature so ample , so open , and so aspiring . Let me answer in a strain which bespeaks my heart as truly , if not ...
... doubt not that every conviction which a human being needs , to be reconciled to the Parent of all , will be granted to a nature so ample , so open , and so aspiring . Let me answer in a strain which bespeaks my heart as truly , if not ...
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... doubt it ? From your muse I took my first lesson . With a look , it seem'd denied All earthly powers but hers , yet so As if to her breath he did owe This borrow'd life , he thus replied- And shall our love , so far beyond That low and ...
... doubt it ? From your muse I took my first lesson . With a look , it seem'd denied All earthly powers but hers , yet so As if to her breath he did owe This borrow'd life , he thus replied- And shall our love , so far beyond That low and ...
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... doubt , with one whose thoughts , affections , and objects every way correspond with mine , and in whose life I see a purpose so pure that , if we are ever separated , the fault must be mine . I believe God , in his exceeding grace ...
... doubt , with one whose thoughts , affections , and objects every way correspond with mine , and in whose life I see a purpose so pure that , if we are ever separated , the fault must be mine . I believe God , in his exceeding grace ...
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Page 70 - 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. Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Page 192 - In speech — (which I have not) — to make your will Quite clear to such an one, and say " Just this Or that in you disgusts me ; here you miss, Or there exceed the mark...
Page 70 - Joyous as morning Thou art laughing and scorning ; Thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest, And, though little troubled with sloth, Drunken Lark ! thou would'st be loth To be such a traveller as I. Happy, happy Liver, With a soul as strong as a mountain river Pouring out praise to the Almighty Giver...
Page 85 - 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 86 - And those thin clouds above, in flakes and bars, That give away their motion to the stars ; Those stars, that glide behind them or between, Now sparkling, now bedimmed, but always seen : Yon crescent Moon, as fixed as if it grew In its own cloudless, starless lake of blue...
Page 73 - 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.
Page 70 - What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain? What fields or waves or mountains? What shapes of sky or plain? What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain? With thy clear keen joyance Languor cannot be; Shadow of annoyance Never came near thee; Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Page 86 - 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 71 - Yet if we could scorn Hate, and pride, and fear: If we were things born Not to shed a tear, I know not how thy joy we ever should come near. Better than all measures Of delightful sound, Better than all treasures That in books are found, Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground! Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, • Such harmonious madness From my lips would flow, The world should listen then, as I am listening now.
Page 72 - 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.