A Gallery of Literary PortraitsW. Tait, 1845 - 443 psl. |
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... it remembers its august abodes , And murmurs as the ocean murmurs there . ” These are the far - famed lines on a shell , which Wordsworth has imitated , and every body praised , and which , if they will not immortalize the name of ...
... it remembers its august abodes , And murmurs as the ocean murmurs there . ” These are the far - famed lines on a shell , which Wordsworth has imitated , and every body praised , and which , if they will not immortalize the name of ...
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... it remembers its august abodes , and murmurs as the ocean murmurs there , " filled the trembling hollows of his ear ; he is an object of profoundly pathetic , as well as tragic interest , fit for the pen which drew Man- fred on the ...
... it remembers its august abodes , and murmurs as the ocean murmurs there , " filled the trembling hollows of his ear ; he is an object of profoundly pathetic , as well as tragic interest , fit for the pen which drew Man- fred on the ...
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Adam Blair admiration Allan Cunningham amid beauty blood breath brow Burke burning bursts Byron Caleb Williams calm Carlyle Chalmers character Charles Lamb Coleridge colours critic daring dark death deep divine dream Dugald Stewart earnestness earth Ebenezer Elliott Edinburgh Edinburgh Review Edward Irving elegant eloquence essays eternal face fancy feeling fire French Revolution genius giant glory Goethe grandeur hand Hazlitt heart heaven human imagery imagination immortal intellect Jeremy Taylor John Keats language less light literary lofty Milton mind Mirabeau moral mountain mystic nature ness never numbers once original painting passion peculiar perhaps poem poet poetical poetry popularity preaching profound reminds sentences sermon shadow Shakspere Shelley Shelley's shining solemn soul sound spirit splendour stars strong style sublime sweet talk taste thing Thomas Carlyle thought thunder tion tone trembling truth verse voice wild William Wordsworth words Wordsworth writing written youth
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