Critical and Miscellaneous Essays, Volume 3Carey and Hart, 1842 |
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Page 49
... embued with one and the same spirit , they cut each other's throats . In the first he longs and prays for a friend of his soul - a female - to sip with him in the desert the goblet of delight ; in the second he declares there is no ...
... embued with one and the same spirit , they cut each other's throats . In the first he longs and prays for a friend of his soul - a female - to sip with him in the desert the goblet of delight ; in the second he declares there is no ...
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... embue them with a character of reposing sanctity existing only in our own spirits ? Both solutions are true . The instincts of those creatures we know only in their symp- toms and their effects — and the wonderful range of action over ...
... embue them with a character of reposing sanctity existing only in our own spirits ? Both solutions are true . The instincts of those creatures we know only in their symp- toms and their effects — and the wonderful range of action over ...
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... embue all the ongoings of animated and even inanimated life . There is always a shade of melan- choly , a tinge of pensiveness , a touch of pathos , in all profound rest . Perhaps because it is so much in contrast with the turmoil of ...
... embue all the ongoings of animated and even inanimated life . There is always a shade of melan- choly , a tinge of pensiveness , a touch of pathos , in all profound rest . Perhaps because it is so much in contrast with the turmoil of ...
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... embue with the soul of stillness in the life - hushed marble . Such , dearest reader , are some of our pastimes and so do we contrive to close our ears to the sound of the scythe of Saturn , ceaselessly sweeping over the earth , and ...
... embue with the soul of stillness in the life - hushed marble . Such , dearest reader , are some of our pastimes and so do we contrive to close our ears to the sound of the scythe of Saturn , ceaselessly sweeping over the earth , and ...
Page 298
... embued with the beauty of both , and seeming to belong to either , as the heart melts to human tenderness , or beyond all mortal loves the imagination soars ! Such days seem now to us - as memory and imagination half restore and half ...
... embued with the beauty of both , and seeming to belong to either , as the heart melts to human tenderness , or beyond all mortal loves the imagination soars ! Such days seem now to us - as memory and imagination half restore and half ...
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Page 49 - Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Page 341 - OFT, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me ; The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus, in the stilly night...
Page 45 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love...
Page 48 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest noW.
Page 45 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue.
Page 44 - But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind...
Page 43 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh ! night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong ; Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along From peak to peak the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud ! And this is in the night.
Page 334 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ;' Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Page 335 - No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close ; As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose.
Page 46 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create, And what perceive; well pleased to recognise In nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.