Colloquies, Desultory, But Chiefly Upon Poetry and Poets: Between an Elder, Enthusiastic, and an Apostle of the Law |
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... light of the virtue of a " What's in a Name ? " The ardent advocate to whom I allude , might have been justified in pro- testing against the undue influence of patronymics , considering they were synonymous with prejudices which the ...
... light of the virtue of a " What's in a Name ? " The ardent advocate to whom I allude , might have been justified in pro- testing against the undue influence of patronymics , considering they were synonymous with prejudices which the ...
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... light and hears all the music about him - and this is POETRY . " There is not a change in the MANY thanks , O charming MARY RUSSELL MITFORD ! for a short and satisfactory definition of a theme , which , when certain of our Poets essay ...
... light and hears all the music about him - and this is POETRY . " There is not a change in the MANY thanks , O charming MARY RUSSELL MITFORD ! for a short and satisfactory definition of a theme , which , when certain of our Poets essay ...
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... lights of his soul , forgot rudeness in yielding to fascination - so incessantly - varying was the expression seen there . Yet never in their unrest were they uncomely lights to look upon the revealers never of repulsive pas- sions ...
... lights of his soul , forgot rudeness in yielding to fascination - so incessantly - varying was the expression seen there . Yet never in their unrest were they uncomely lights to look upon the revealers never of repulsive pas- sions ...
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... light of Memory , whose property it is to condense tribulation and to dilate joy , it appears scarcely less swift than that Spring of the seasons of the soul - its first love . Before I was half prepared to relinquish my capacity as 66 ...
... light of Memory , whose property it is to condense tribulation and to dilate joy , it appears scarcely less swift than that Spring of the seasons of the soul - its first love . Before I was half prepared to relinquish my capacity as 66 ...
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... light of an April morn . Yet , weakened as becomes the pure effluence by com- mixture with the murky atmosphere of busy haunts , it still retains ingredients which inspire with a joyous consciousness of the time ; and even in the ...
... light of an April morn . Yet , weakened as becomes the pure effluence by com- mixture with the murky atmosphere of busy haunts , it still retains ingredients which inspire with a joyous consciousness of the time ; and even in the ...
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Page 142 - tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, ^ That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Page 115 - We rest. — A dream has power to poison sleep ; We rise. — One wandering thought pollutes the day ; We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep; Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away : It is the same!
Page 151 - I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho
Page 139 - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more ; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep...
Page 72 - More sweet than odours caught by him who sails Near spicy shores of Araby the blest, A thousand times more exquisitely sweet, The freight of holy feeling which we meet, In thoughtful moments, wafted by the gales From fields where good men walk, or bowers wherein they rest.
Page 179 - I have not loved the world, nor the world me; I have not flattered its rank breath, nor bow'd To its idolatries a patient knee, Nor coin'd my cheek to smiles, - nor cried aloud In worship of an echo; in the crowd They could not deem me one of such; I stood Among them, but not of them; in a shroud Of thoughts which were not their thoughts, and still could, Had I not filed my mind, which thus itself subdued.
Page 141 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod...
Page 146 - Why should we thus, with an untoward mind, And in the weakness of humanity, From natural wisdom turn our hearts away, To natural comfort shut our eyes and ears, And, feeding on disquiet, thus disturb The calm of nature with our restless thoughts?
Page 152 - Though thy clime Be fickle, and thy year most part deform'd With dripping rains, or wither'd by a frost, I would not yet exchange thy sullen skies, And fields without a flower, for warmer France With all her vines ; nor for Ausonia's groves Of golden fruitage, and her myrtle bowers.
Page 161 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.