The Art of LettersUnwin, 1920 - 240 psl. |
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... thought she could have suffered it by her former discourse with me ; so modest she seemed and I know not what . It is a sad world for idealists . Mr. Pepys's Puritanism , however , was something less . than Mr. Pepys . It was but a pair ...
... thought she could have suffered it by her former discourse with me ; so modest she seemed and I know not what . It is a sad world for idealists . Mr. Pepys's Puritanism , however , was something less . than Mr. Pepys . It was but a pair ...
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... thoughts of his hearers , as so many preachers do , into the wind . He recalled them from orthodox abstractions to the solid earth . " Have you forgot , " he asked his fol- lowers , " the close , the milk - house , the stable , the barn ...
... thoughts of his hearers , as so many preachers do , into the wind . He recalled them from orthodox abstractions to the solid earth . " Have you forgot , " he asked his fol- lowers , " the close , the milk - house , the stable , the barn ...
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... thoughts of blasphemy , and strongly tempted to speak the words with my mouth before the congregation . " Bunyan , as he looked back over the long record of his spiritual torments , thought of it chiefly as a running fight with the ...
... thoughts of blasphemy , and strongly tempted to speak the words with my mouth before the congregation . " Bunyan , as he looked back over the long record of his spiritual torments , thought of it chiefly as a running fight with the ...
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... thoughts of the hardship I thought my poor blind one might go under would break my heart to pieces ! " At the same time , fear and not love is the dominating passion in Grace Abounding . We are never far from the noise of Hell in its ...
... thoughts of the hardship I thought my poor blind one might go under would break my heart to pieces ! " At the same time , fear and not love is the dominating passion in Grace Abounding . We are never far from the noise of Hell in its ...
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... thoughts of the hardship I thought my poor blind one might go under would break my heart to pieces ! " At the same time , fear and not love is the dominating passion in Grace Abounding . We are never far from the noise of Hell in its ...
... thoughts of the hardship I thought my poor blind one might go under would break my heart to pieces ! " At the same time , fear and not love is the dominating passion in Grace Abounding . We are never far from the noise of Hell in its ...
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130 psl. - The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks: . The long day wanes : the slow moon climbs : the deep Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends, Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
111 psl. - To suffer woes which hope thinks infinite; To forgive wrongs darker than death or night; To defy power which seems omnipotent; To love and bear; to hope till hope creates From its own wreck the thing it contemplates...
15 psl. - I am sure of thee now: and with that he had almost pressed him to death, so that Christian began to despair of life. But, as God would have it, while Apollyon was fetching...
121 psl. - Wordsworth on the other hand was to propose to himself as his object, to give the charm of novelty to things of every day, and to excite a feeling analogous to the supernatural, by awakening the mind's attention from the lethargy of custom, and directing it to the loveliness and the wonders of the world before us...
201 psl. - The greatest poet even cannot say it; for the mind in creation is as a fading coal, which some invisible influence, like an inconstant wind, awakens to transitory brightness; this power arises from within, like the colour of a flower which fades and changes as it is developed, and the conscious portions of our natures are unprophetic either of its approach or its departure.
208 psl. - I have said that poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity : the emotion is contemplated till, by a species of re-action, the tranquillity gradually disappears, and an emotion, kindred to that which was before the subject of contemplation, is gradually produced, and does itself actually exist in the mind.
45 psl. - This grave scene was fully contrasted by the burlesque duke of Newcastle. He fell into a fit of crying the moment he came into the chapel, and flung himself back in a stall, the archbishop hovering over him with a...
74 psl. - ... as the whistling of my linnets. All the sounds that nature utters are delightful, at least in this country. I should not perhaps find the roaring of lions in Africa, or of bears in Russia, very pleasing ; but I know no beast in England whose voice I do not account musical, save and except always the braying of an ass.
18 psl. - Then wilt thou speak of banqueting delights, Of masques and revels which sweet youth did make, Of tourneys and great challenges of knights, And all these triumphs for thy beauty's sake : When thou hast told these honours done to thee, Then tell, O tell, how thou didst murder me. COME, let us sond with melody, the praises Of the Kings' King, th' omnipotent Creator, Author of number, that hath all the world in Harmony framed.
66 psl. - I wonder that a sportive thought should ever knock at the door of my intellects, and still more that it should gain admittance. It is as if harlequin should intrude himself into the gloomy chamber where a corpse is deposited in state. His antic gesticulations would be unseasonable at any rate, but more especially so if they should distort the features of the mournful attendants into laughter.