Modern Literature and Literary Men: Being a Second Gallery of Literary PortraitsAppleton, 1850 - 376 psl. |
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... head , any thing new . John Milton was born in Bread - street , London - a street lying in what is called , technically , the City , under the shadow of St. Paul's - on the 9th of December , 1608. His father was a scrivener , and was ...
... head , any thing new . John Milton was born in Bread - street , London - a street lying in what is called , technically , the City , under the shadow of St. Paul's - on the 9th of December , 1608. His father was a scrivener , and was ...
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... head usher ; and the whole might be called the New Royal Institution . Schoolmaster as he was , and afterwards Latin secretary to Cromwell , Milton found time to do and to write much in the course of the eighteen or twenty years which ...
... head usher ; and the whole might be called the New Royal Institution . Schoolmaster as he was , and afterwards Latin secretary to Cromwell , Milton found time to do and to write much in the course of the eighteen or twenty years which ...
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... head ; but al- though it was a Niagara that fell , it fell like Niagara upon a rock . In an evil hour , as it seemed at the time at least , for Britain , for Milton , for the progress of the human race , the restored Charles arrived ...
... head ; but al- though it was a Niagara that fell , it fell like Niagara upon a rock . In an evil hour , as it seemed at the time at least , for Britain , for Milton , for the progress of the human race , the restored Charles arrived ...
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... head which has worked and wriggled its way into a narrow night- cap ; and when a small thought is infused into it , it be- comes almost invisible in the dilution . We come next to that delightful class of Milton's poems , which we call ...
... head which has worked and wriggled its way into a narrow night- cap ; and when a small thought is infused into it , it be- comes almost invisible in the dilution . We come next to that delightful class of Milton's poems , which we call ...
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... head within , And plies the feet without ; of the other two , The one is Brutus : lo ! how he doth writhe , And speaks not . The other Cassius , that appears So large of limb . " Nothing can be more frightfully picturesque than this ...
... head within , And plies the feet without ; of the other two , The one is Brutus : lo ! how he doth writhe , And speaks not . The other Cassius , that appears So large of limb . " Nothing can be more frightfully picturesque than this ...
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279 psl. - Prayer is the burden of a sigh ; The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.
260 psl. - The many men so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I.
24 psl. - Typhon huge ending in snaky twine : Our Babe, to show His Godhead true, Can in His swaddling bands control the damned crew.
24 psl. - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
338 psl. - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter, and then cease ; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say " Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
248 psl. - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me, — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe — into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak ; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
29 psl. - Parthenon As the best gem upon her zone ; And Morning opes with haste her lids To gaze upon the Pyramids ; O'er England's Abbeys bends the sky As on its friends with kindred eye ; For, out of Thought's interior sphere These wonders rose to upper air, And nature gladly gave them place, Adopted them into her race, And granted them an equal date With Andes and with Ararat.
332 psl. - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
91 psl. - Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it...
204 psl. - At last I heard a voice upon the slope Cry to the summit, ' Is there any hope ? ' To which an answer peal'd from that high land, But in a tongue no man could understand ; And on the glimmering limit far withdrawn God made Himself an awful rose of dawn.