CriticismsCambridge, 1847 - 355 Seiten |
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... move his love ; that we then became so cor- rupt and so polluted , that in us there was nothing which bound and united us to the Creator . We were sinful ; we were a chaos of blasphemy , rebellion , impurity ; we were as the broken ...
... move his love ; that we then became so cor- rupt and so polluted , that in us there was nothing which bound and united us to the Creator . We were sinful ; we were a chaos of blasphemy , rebellion , impurity ; we were as the broken ...
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... of thine ; and thou , too , dost but move Among them for a season , but returnest With a light step and smiles to our old seats , Our quiet walks , our solitary bower . Some we love well ; the early presences That were 80 CRITICISMS .
... of thine ; and thou , too , dost but move Among them for a season , but returnest With a light step and smiles to our old seats , Our quiet walks , our solitary bower . Some we love well ; the early presences That were 80 CRITICISMS .
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... move strangely the heart . Creation is thus used to illustrate the grand doctrines of everlasting truth ; and its Maker does not content himself with barely and simply declaring the fact that he is love , but points to the material ...
... move strangely the heart . Creation is thus used to illustrate the grand doctrines of everlasting truth ; and its Maker does not content himself with barely and simply declaring the fact that he is love , but points to the material ...
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... move our praise ? -can we behold no mani- festation of their Creator ? -is there nothing of his Divine skill ? -in the myrtle and in the oak , are there no indications of infinite wisdom and infinite power ? — is there nothing to ...
... move our praise ? -can we behold no mani- festation of their Creator ? -is there nothing of his Divine skill ? -in the myrtle and in the oak , are there no indications of infinite wisdom and infinite power ? — is there nothing to ...
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... move ; its palm , and cedar , and pine have faded ; its flowers , which flung their odours on every breeze , have perished ; its temples and palaces are not ; its star , once so bright and resplendent , has waned , and gone down ; there ...
... move ; its palm , and cedar , and pine have faded ; its flowers , which flung their odours on every breeze , have perished ; its temples and palaces are not ; its star , once so bright and resplendent , has waned , and gone down ; there ...
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Æschylus amid angels anon beam beauty behold beneath blessed bliss blue blue heavens bosom breathe breeze bright calm charm church clouds creation dark deep deeper delicious delight divine Dovedale dream earth Edward Irving embued enchanting eternal everlasting exquisite fair feel flowers gaze gentle gigantic gloom glorious glory golden grace grandeur hallowed happiness hath heard heart heaven holy hour hymn idolatry immortal JAMES HURDIS Jehovah land light look loveliness lyre magnificent majestic melody mighty minstrelsy morning murmuring nature nether earth night Nineveh o'er onwards passed peace pensive poet poetry Pollok quiet quietude rills river Manifold roll roll of thunders rose scenes semblance serene shadows silent silver smile soft solemn song sorrow soul sound spirit stars stream sublime sunny sweet sweeter swelling tender thee things thou thoughts thrilling throbbing throne thunders trees truth twilight unruffled upwards voice wild winds witchery youth
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Seite 281 - Lo, such the child whose early feet The paths of peace have trod ; Whose secret heart, with influence sweet, Is upward drawn to God.
Seite 265 - She listened with a flitting blush, With downcast eyes and modest grace ; For well she knew I could not choose But gaze upon her face. I told her of the Knight that wore Upon his shield a burning brand ; And that for ten long years he wooed The Lady of the Land. I told her how he pined : and ah ! The deep, the low, the pleading tone With which I sang another's love, Interpreted my own.
Seite 266 - And that he cross'd the mountain-woods, Nor rested day nor night; That sometimes from the savage den, And sometimes from the darksome shade, And sometimes starting up at once In green and sunny glade, There came and looked him in the face An angel beautiful and bright; And that he knew it was a Fiend, This miserable Knight!
Seite 1 - Poets are the hierophants of an unapprehended inspiration; the mirrors of the gigantic shadows which futurity casts upon the present; the words which express what they understand not; the trumpets which sing to battle, and feel not what they inspire; the influence which is moved not, but moves. Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.
Seite 261 - In his steep course? So long he seems to pause On thy bald awful head, O sovran Blanc! The Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful Form! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass: methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity!
Seite 239 - And it came to pass, when Jacob saw Rachel the daughter of Laban his mother's brother...
Seite 238 - And he looked, and behold a well in the field, and, lo, there were three flocks of sheep lying by it; for out of that well they watered the flocks: and a great stone was upon the well's mouth.
Seite 265 - And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve! She leaned against the armed man, The statue of the armed Knight; She stood and listened to my lay, Amid the lingering light. Few sorrows hath she of her own, My hope! my joy! my Genevieve! She loves me best whene'er I sing The songs that make her grieve.
Seite 285 - Lo, the lilies of the field, How their leaves instruction yield ! Hark to nature's lesson given By the blessed birds of Heaven. Every bush and tufted tree Warbles sweet philosophy ; ' Mortal, fly from doubt and sorrow : God provideth for the morrow. ' Say, with richer crimson glows The kingly mantle than the rose : Say, have kings more wholesome fare Than we poor citizens of air ? Barns nor hoarded grain have we, Yet we carol merrily. Mortal, fly from doubt and sorrow, God provideth for the morrow.
Seite 293 - tis revolution all ; All change ; no death. Day follows night ; and night The dying day ; stars rise, and set, and rise ; Earth takes th