The Monitor, Volume 2Joseph Dollard, 1879 - English literature |
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... seemed to have quite turned in favour of the Percys . Mr. Fronset was intimately acquainted with the editor of the chief paper in Canning , and had seen him on passing through the town . When Clara told him then of her cousin's ...
... seemed to have quite turned in favour of the Percys . Mr. Fronset was intimately acquainted with the editor of the chief paper in Canning , and had seen him on passing through the town . When Clara told him then of her cousin's ...
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... seemed to penetrate her soul , and read all that it contained . They interrogated and searched ; but what was the motive or what the result she could not have said . " Your advice would be excellent , I am sure , " he said quietly ...
... seemed to penetrate her soul , and read all that it contained . They interrogated and searched ; but what was the motive or what the result she could not have said . " Your advice would be excellent , I am sure , " he said quietly ...
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... seemed a single wave might snap the narrow isthmus behind them , and leave their rock an island . " I wish that you would let me go to Europe with you , " the gentleman said suddenly . " I cannot bear that you should leave me behind ...
... seemed a single wave might snap the narrow isthmus behind them , and leave their rock an island . " I wish that you would let me go to Europe with you , " the gentleman said suddenly . " I cannot bear that you should leave me behind ...
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... seemed to him an earthly paradise . Its fresh , bright air , violet with twilight , came to meet him with a caressing touch ; his mother stood in a window watching for him , and leaned out to kiss him as he passed ; and Clara gave him ...
... seemed to him an earthly paradise . Its fresh , bright air , violet with twilight , came to meet him with a caressing touch ; his mother stood in a window watching for him , and leaned out to kiss him as he passed ; and Clara gave him ...
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... seemed carved in porphyry ; and there was a light sprinkling of vines , coloured with yellow , green , or fine scarlet . The elm avenues of Canning were of an intense gold , and the palmy tufts of the mountain ashes were all sprinkled ...
... seemed carved in porphyry ; and there was a light sprinkling of vines , coloured with yellow , green , or fine scarlet . The elm avenues of Canning were of an intense gold , and the palmy tufts of the mountain ashes were all sprinkled ...
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Page 103 - That, changed through all, and yet in all the same; Great in the earth, as in th' ethereal frame; Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees, Lives through all life, extends through all extent, Spreads undivided, operates unspent...
Page 301 - Winds thwarting winds bewildered and forlorn, The torrents shooting from the clear blue sky, The rocks that muttered close upon our ears, Black drizzling crags that spake by the way-side As if a voice were in them, the sick sight And giddy prospect of the raving stream, The unfettered clouds and region of the heavens, Tumult and peace, the darkness and the light, Were all like workings of one mind, the features Of the same face, blossoms upon one tree, Characters of the great Apocalypse, The types...
Page 106 - All we have willed or hoped or dreamed of good shall exist; Not its semblance, but itself; no beauty, nor good, nor power Whose voice has gone forth, but each survives for the melodist When eternity affirms the conception of an hour. The high that proved too high, the heroic for earth too hard, The passion that left the ground to lose itself in the sky, Are music sent up to God by the lover and the bard; Enough that He heard it once: we shall hear it by and by.
Page 104 - 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. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the round ocean and...
Page 308 - SWEET Innisfallen, fare thee well, May calm and sunshine long be thine ! How fair thou art let others tell, To feel how fair shall long be mine. Sweet Innisfallen, long shall dwell In memory's dream that sunny smile Which o'er thee on that evening fell, When first I saw thy fairy isle.
Page 104 - Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood, In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world, Is lightened : - that serene and blessed mood, In which the affections gently lead us on Until, the breath of this corporeal frame And even the motion of our human blood Almost suspended, we are laid asleep In body, and become a living soul...
Page 423 - This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not.
Page 24 - Out of every corner of the woods and glens they came creeping forth upon their hands, for their legs could not bear them; they looked like anatomies of death ; they spake like ghosts crying out of their graves...
Page 106 - twas ever meant That we should pry far off yet be unraise'd ; That we should pore, and dwindle as we pore. Viewing all objects unremittingly In disconnexion dead and spiritless ; And still dividing, and dividing still, Break down all grandeur, still unsatisfied With the perverse attempt, while littleness May yet become more little ; waging thus An impious warfare with the very life Of our own souls...
Page 27 - twixt thee and me, Because thou lov'st the one, and I the other. Dowland to thee is dear, whose heavenly touch Upon the lute doth ravish human sense ; Spenser to me, whose deep conceit is such As, passing all conceit, needs no defence. Thou lov'st to hear the sweet melodious sound That Phoebus...