Poets in the PulpitSampson, Law, Marston, Searle & Rivington, 1880 - 291 psl. |
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... whole world " ' burning with Deity ! " And what constitutes the eye of the poet is this , that he sees what others cannot see . What made Turner a great painter was , that he could catch those effects of light and shade , of evanescent ...
... whole world " ' burning with Deity ! " And what constitutes the eye of the poet is this , that he sees what others cannot see . What made Turner a great painter was , that he could catch those effects of light and shade , of evanescent ...
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... to the mind's eye a whole picture , with a few touches . The goddesses in the vale of Ida- " And at their feet the crocus brake like fire . " No colour art could raise a more dazzling glimpse . 42 Poets in the Pulpit .
... to the mind's eye a whole picture , with a few touches . The goddesses in the vale of Ida- " And at their feet the crocus brake like fire . " No colour art could raise a more dazzling glimpse . 42 Poets in the Pulpit .
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... conduct could commend itself to the multitude , or why they reckoned the ascetic a saint . But were you a poet , like Tenny- son , you would seize the truth enshrined . Look at what Alexandria , Antioch , and the whole East Tennyson . 55.
... conduct could commend itself to the multitude , or why they reckoned the ascetic a saint . But were you a poet , like Tenny- son , you would seize the truth enshrined . Look at what Alexandria , Antioch , and the whole East Tennyson . 55.
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Hugh Reginald Haweis. at what Alexandria , Antioch , and the whole East was at that time . It was an age of gigantic crime , luxury , lawlessness , and selfishness ; an age too of prodigies , superstitions , and portents ; and if a man ...
Hugh Reginald Haweis. at what Alexandria , Antioch , and the whole East was at that time . It was an age of gigantic crime , luxury , lawlessness , and selfishness ; an age too of prodigies , superstitions , and portents ; and if a man ...
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... Whole Lents , and pray . I hardly , with slow steps- With slow , faint steps , and much exceeding pain , Have scrambled past those pits of fire that still Sing in mine ears . But yield not me the praise . God only through His bounty ...
... Whole Lents , and pray . I hardly , with slow steps- With slow , faint steps , and much exceeding pain , Have scrambled past those pits of fire that still Sing in mine ears . But yield not me the praise . God only through His bounty ...
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