Thoughts on the PoetsC.S. Francis & Company, 1846 - 318 Seiten |
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... , and their joys and sufferings alike superficial . But others , and alas , how many capable of better things ! are , as it were , driven from their true position by circumstances . They feel themselves PETRARCH . 27.
... , and their joys and sufferings alike superficial . But others , and alas , how many capable of better things ! are , as it were , driven from their true position by circumstances . They feel themselves PETRARCH . 27.
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... suffer this - it was requisite to be alone , and the name of Vancluse is forever associated with vigils of the love , which found such enduring and graceful expression in his poetry . GOLDSMITH . It is sometimes both pleasing and ...
... suffer this - it was requisite to be alone , and the name of Vancluse is forever associated with vigils of the love , which found such enduring and graceful expression in his poetry . GOLDSMITH . It is sometimes both pleasing and ...
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... suffer not a single impression which events or character leave upon their memories to pass unappreciated . Un- learned , in a great measure , in the history of the past , the present is not allowed to pass without eliciting their ...
... suffer not a single impression which events or character leave upon their memories to pass unappreciated . Un- learned , in a great measure , in the history of the past , the present is not allowed to pass without eliciting their ...
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... sufferings of the peasantry , is eloquently expressed in both his poems and frequently in his prose writings . How expressive that lament for the destruc- tion of the Ale - House ' -that it would ' No more impart An hour's importance to ...
... sufferings of the peasantry , is eloquently expressed in both his poems and frequently in his prose writings . How expressive that lament for the destruc- tion of the Ale - House ' -that it would ' No more impart An hour's importance to ...
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... suffer with others , to cherish social sympathies , and through them minister to general good . Even as students it were better to act upon the generous sentiment of Sir Thomas Brown : " I study not for myself alone , but for those who ...
... suffer with others , to cherish social sympathies , and through them minister to general good . Even as students it were better to act upon the generous sentiment of Sir Thomas Brown : " I study not for myself alone , but for those who ...
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Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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...
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.
Seite 278 - Dower'd with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love.
Seite 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.
Seite 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.