Thoughts on the PoetsC.S. Francis & Company, 1846 - 318 էջ |
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... soul , until his own ex- perience converted him so effectually to the faith . e quel che in me non era , Mi pareva un miracolo in altrui . " Many live and die knowing nothing of love except through 10 THOUGHTS ON THE POETS .
... soul , until his own ex- perience converted him so effectually to the faith . e quel che in me non era , Mi pareva un miracolo in altrui . " Many live and die knowing nothing of love except through 10 THOUGHTS ON THE POETS .
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... soul , the golden link which binds us to duty and truth , the re- deeming principle that chiefly reconciles the heart to life , and is prophetic of eternal good . It is a blessing or a bane , a weakness , or a strength , a fearful or a ...
... soul , the golden link which binds us to duty and truth , the re- deeming principle that chiefly reconciles the heart to life , and is prophetic of eternal good . It is a blessing or a bane , a weakness , or a strength , a fearful or a ...
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... soul . Hence the satisfaction which follows ; -a condition wholly different from what was previously regarded as enjoyment . Through vanity and the senses , partial delight may have been obtained ; but it was a graft upon , rather than ...
... soul . Hence the satisfaction which follows ; -a condition wholly different from what was previously regarded as enjoyment . Through vanity and the senses , partial delight may have been obtained ; but it was a graft upon , rather than ...
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... soul have exclusive reference to its phases . It is not pretended that he is faultless ; but the good taste of ages has hallowed his effusions , and , on this account , they furnish an authoritative exposition . In order to estimate ...
... soul have exclusive reference to its phases . It is not pretended that he is faultless ; but the good taste of ages has hallowed his effusions , and , on this account , they furnish an authoritative exposition . In order to estimate ...
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... soul was far above the baseness of habitual dissipation . He may have lapsed from strict virtue , but he never lost for her either his allegiance or sympathy . In an age famous for libertinism and courtly adulation , he preserved to an ...
... soul was far above the baseness of habitual dissipation . He may have lapsed from strict virtue , but he never lost for her either his allegiance or sympathy . In an age famous for libertinism and courtly adulation , he preserved to an ...
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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.