Essays in Biography and Criticism, Tom 1Gould and Lincoln, 1860 |
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... wild Titanic strength may be displayed , but the river is ever at the same perfect ease , all unconscious of the spectator . " My way of writing is rather to think aloud , and follow my own humors , than much to consider who is ...
... wild Titanic strength may be displayed , but the river is ever at the same perfect ease , all unconscious of the spectator . " My way of writing is rather to think aloud , and follow my own humors , than much to consider who is ...
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... wild fire - lit commotion , and the peaceful vineyards , ripening in the calm light of long summer days , as yet are not . The emotions of such times , in their burning intensity , in their ethereal tender- ness , in the rapture of ...
... wild fire - lit commotion , and the peaceful vineyards , ripening in the calm light of long summer days , as yet are not . The emotions of such times , in their burning intensity , in their ethereal tender- ness , in the rapture of ...
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... wild glittering , far below , of the lightnings of passion . The mind of man , the crowning wonder of nature , is in no way more surprising than in its power of sympathy and response . It is easy to cast a spell over it . Any sort of ...
... wild glittering , far below , of the lightnings of passion . The mind of man , the crowning wonder of nature , is in no way more surprising than in its power of sympathy and response . It is easy to cast a spell over it . Any sort of ...
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... wild gleaming of volcanic fires . As men stood with Wordsworth on that mountain's brow , they seemed to feel around them the waving of angels ' wings , and they looked upon his face as if it were the face of an angel . The And what was ...
... wild gleaming of volcanic fires . As men stood with Wordsworth on that mountain's brow , they seemed to feel around them the waving of angels ' wings , and they looked upon his face as if it were the face of an angel . The And what was ...
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... wild , thrilling , ethereal melody . If it were at all safe or per- missible to consider poetry a thing apart from the general life and the broad sympathies of mankind ; if we could regard beauty in pure and remote abstraction , as a ...
... wild , thrilling , ethereal melody . If it were at all safe or per- missible to consider poetry a thing apart from the general life and the broad sympathies of mankind ; if we could regard beauty in pure and remote abstraction , as a ...
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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...