Essays in Biography and Criticism, Tom 1Gould and Lincoln, 1860 |
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... sublime idea to which it leads ; the idea of the whole human race , through long millenniums , gazing upon the handwriting of God , and only in the slow course of centuries spelling it out . There is also , in the articles before us ...
... sublime idea to which it leads ; the idea of the whole human race , through long millenniums , gazing upon the handwriting of God , and only in the slow course of centuries spelling it out . There is also , in the articles before us ...
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... sublime piece of poetical description with which I ever met , in any writer , ancient or modern , British or foreign , I should point to these lines in The Rime of the Ancient Mariner : " Still as a slave before his lord , The ocean ...
... sublime piece of poetical description with which I ever met , in any writer , ancient or modern , British or foreign , I should point to these lines in The Rime of the Ancient Mariner : " Still as a slave before his lord , The ocean ...
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... sublime . In its majestic sadness , the stately Spen- serian stanza reaches a swell and grandeur , perhaps un- equalled in any passage in which it has ever been used . " The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me ; my ...
... sublime . In its majestic sadness , the stately Spen- serian stanza reaches a swell and grandeur , perhaps un- equalled in any passage in which it has ever been used . " The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me ; my ...
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... sublime sorrow are not drawn . Milton , with all his austerity , and though his rhythm is as the measured and martial music of angelic armies , is one of the greatest masters of this from of imagination . 74 TENNYSON AND HIS TEACHERS .
... sublime sorrow are not drawn . Milton , with all his austerity , and though his rhythm is as the measured and martial music of angelic armies , is one of the greatest masters of this from of imagination . 74 TENNYSON AND HIS TEACHERS .
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... sublime beneficence , to impart joy . God willed that whatsoever countenance , of man or angel , unstained by sin , looked upon his world , should break into a smile . God said let there be light ; and morning drawing aside the vail of ...
... sublime beneficence , to impart joy . God willed that whatsoever countenance , of man or angel , unstained by sin , looked upon his world , should break into a smile . God said let there be light ; and morning drawing aside the vail of ...
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Strona 75 - Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper? The glory of his nostrils is terrible. He paweth in the valley and rejoiceth in his strength: He goeth on to meet the armed men. He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted; Neither turneth he back from the sword. The quiver rattleth against him, the glittering spear and the shield.
Strona 84 - IN THE greenest of our valleys, By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace — Radiant palace — reared its head. In the monarch Thought's dominion — It stood there! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair.
Strona 122 - Her eyes are homes of silent prayer, Nor other thought her mind admits But, he was dead, and there he sits, And he that brought him back is there. Then one deep love doth supersede All other, when her ardent gaze Roves from the living brother's face, And rests upon the Life indeed. All subtle thought, all curious fears, Borne down by gladness so complete, She bows, she bathes the Saviour's feet With costly spikenard and with tears.
Strona 126 - Within himself, from more to more; Or, crown'd with attributes of woe Like glories, move his course, and show That life is not as idle ore, But iron dug from central gloom, And heated hot with burning fears, And dipt in baths of hissing tears, And batter'd with the shocks of doom To shape and use. Arise and fly The reeling Faun, the sensual feast; Move upward, working out the beast, And let the ape and tiger die.
Strona 67 - 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.
Strona 143 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Strona 123 - Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Strona 124 - And he, shall he, Man, her last work, who seem'd so fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who roll'd the psalm to wintry skies, Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer, Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law Tho...
Strona 112 - Eye, to which all order festers, all things here are out of joint, Science moves, but slowly slowly, creeping on from point to point : Slowly comes a hungry people, as a lion, creeping nigher, Glares at one that nods and winks behind a slowly-dying fire. Yet I doubt not thro' the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widen'd with the process of the suns.
Strona 78 - ST. AGNES' EVE— Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while...