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It has been said , with a deep wisdorn , that the figure we most need to see before
us now is not that of a saint , martyr , sage , poet , artist , preacher , or any other
whose vocation leads to a se . clusion and partial use of faculty , but “ a spiritual ...
It has been said , with a deep wisdorn , that the figure we most need to see before
us now is not that of a saint , martyr , sage , poet , artist , preacher , or any other
whose vocation leads to a se . clusion and partial use of faculty , but “ a spiritual ...
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So that I often recolloct what is said of the poct Phincas in the Argorautico : • A
stupor deep his cloudy temples bound , And when he waked he seemed as
whirling round , Or in a seeblo trance he specchless lay . ' I ought not to omit that ,
while ...
So that I often recolloct what is said of the poct Phincas in the Argorautico : • A
stupor deep his cloudy temples bound , And when he waked he seemed as
whirling round , Or in a seeblo trance he specchless lay . ' I ought not to omit that ,
while ...
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Al . ready he had loved once ; but this secms , like his after - attach . ments , not to
have been very deep ; and us he ingenuously confesses , declined on his side ,
without any particular reason , except , indeed , that his character was , at that ...
Al . ready he had loved once ; but this secms , like his after - attach . ments , not to
have been very deep ; and us he ingenuously confesses , declined on his side ,
without any particular reason , except , indeed , that his character was , at that ...
Page 59
For theirs are hours of “ deep and uncommunicable joy , ” hours when the oracle
within boldly predicts the time when that which is divine in them , and which they
now to all appearance are breathing out in vain , shall becoine needful as vital ...
For theirs are hours of “ deep and uncommunicable joy , ” hours when the oracle
within boldly predicts the time when that which is divine in them , and which they
now to all appearance are breathing out in vain , shall becoine needful as vital ...
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AKENSIDE . be for we find free , deep tones , from the scaman's breast , chorded
into harmony by an artist happy enough to feel nature ! wiso enough to follow
nature . “ Lochiel " is what it should be , a wild , breezy symphony , from the ...
AKENSIDE . be for we find free , deep tones , from the scaman's breast , chorded
into harmony by an artist happy enough to feel nature ! wiso enough to follow
nature . “ Lochiel " is what it should be , a wild , breezy symphony , from the ...
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Page 81 - Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice is loud, As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
Page 103 - The primal duties shine aloft — like stars ; The charities that soothe, and heal, and bless, Are scattered at the feet of Man — like flowers.
Page 85 - 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 255 - Who comprehends his trust, and to the same Keeps faithful with a singleness of aim; And...
Page 81 - 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 33 - Veritate, in my hand, and, kneeling on my knees, devoutly said these words: — ' ' O thou eternal God, Author of the light which now shines upon me, and Giver of all inward illuminations, I do beseech Thee, of Thy infinite goodness, to pardon a greater request than a sinner ought to make ; I am not satisfied enough whether I shall publish this book, De Veritate; if it be for Thy glory, I beseech Thee give me some sign from heaven ; if not, I shall suppress it.
Page 335 - Walked of yore the Master-Singers, chanting rude poetic strains. From remote and sunless suburbs came they to the friendly guild, Building nests in Fame's great temple, as in spouts the swallows build.
Page 97 - All this long eve, so balmy and serene, Have I been gazing on the western sky, And its peculiar tint of yellow green : And still I gaze — and with how blank an eye...
Page 83 - 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.
Page 167 - ... service with unceasing care, The mind's least generous wish a mendicant For nought but what thy happiness could spare. Speak — though this soft warm heart, once free to hold A thousand tender pleasures, thine and mine, Be left more desolate, more dreary cold Than a forsaken bird's-nest filled with snow 'Mid its own bush of leafless eglantine — Speak, that my torturing doubts their end may know ! TO BR HAYDON, ON SEEING HIS PICTURE OF NAPOLEON BUONAPARTE ON THE ISLAND OF ST.