Thoughts on the PoetsC.S. Francis & Company, 1846 - 318 էջ |
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... imaginative , are sensible of the magic agency of sounds , perfumes and the most ordinary visible objects . connected , in their memories , with persons or localities singularly endeared . It is only requisite to extend this familiar ...
... imaginative , are sensible of the magic agency of sounds , perfumes and the most ordinary visible objects . connected , in their memories , with persons or localities singularly endeared . It is only requisite to extend this familiar ...
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... imaginations , all the coarseness of vulgar sensuality , all the scorn of mental hardihood , while they profane the name , can never violate the sacred realities of love . There have been , and there ever will be earnest and ...
... imaginations , all the coarseness of vulgar sensuality , all the scorn of mental hardihood , while they profane the name , can never violate the sacred realities of love . There have been , and there ever will be earnest and ...
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... imaginative devotee , who lived chiefly to indulge his private tastes . That the case was far otherwise is indisputable . Few prominent men of that era so richly deserve the title of patriot . His love of country was fervent and wise ...
... imaginative devotee , who lived chiefly to indulge his private tastes . That the case was far otherwise is indisputable . Few prominent men of that era so richly deserve the title of patriot . His love of country was fervent and wise ...
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... imagination , but a rational and perfectly credible thing , that the meeting of the eyes of two candid , noble beings , should reveal them essentially to each other ; and such , we doubt not , was the case with Petrarch and Laura . A ...
... imagination , but a rational and perfectly credible thing , that the meeting of the eyes of two candid , noble beings , should reveal them essentially to each other ; and such , we doubt not , was the case with Petrarch and Laura . A ...
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... , to justify a different conclu- sion ; but , generally speaking , the martyrs to such vain devotion at last discover that their passion originated in the imagination , not the heart . There are evidences PETRARCH . 19.
... , to justify a different conclu- sion ; but , generally speaking , the martyrs to such vain devotion at last discover that their passion originated in the imagination , not the heart . There are evidences PETRARCH . 19.
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Էջ 235 - 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.
Էջ 84 - Kent. Vex not his ghost. O, let him pass! He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Էջ 223 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain-light of all our day, Are yet a master-light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal silence...
Էջ 60 - See the wretch, that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again : The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
Էջ 250 - Until the poppied warmth of sleep oppress'd Her soothed limbs, and soul fatigued away ; Flown, like a thought, until the morrow-day ; Blissfully haven'd both from joy and pain; Clasp'd like a missal where swart Paynims pray; Blinded alike from sunshine and from rain, As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again.
Էջ 147 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Էջ 310 - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty ; and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware.
Էջ 278 - Dower'd with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love.
Էջ 98 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Էջ 192 - MINE be a cot beside the hill ; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch, Shall twitter from her clay-built nest; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.