Modern Literature and Literary Men: Being a Second Gallery of Literary PortraitsAppleton, 1850 - 376 psl. |
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... writings as would more fully illustrate its prominent points . The notes and appendix which he has thus furnished are exceedingly valuable . " - Courier and Enquirer . IV . RUGBY SCHOOL SERMONS . Sermons preached in the Chapel of Rugby ...
... writings as would more fully illustrate its prominent points . The notes and appendix which he has thus furnished are exceedingly valuable . " - Courier and Enquirer . IV . RUGBY SCHOOL SERMONS . Sermons preached in the Chapel of Rugby ...
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... writings we have every variety of separate critiques , good , bad , and indifferent - of his genius , as animating his whole works , we have little criticism , either indifferent , bad , or good . In the third place , the tumult which ...
... writings we have every variety of separate critiques , good , bad , and indifferent - of his genius , as animating his whole works , we have little criticism , either indifferent , bad , or good . In the third place , the tumult which ...
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... writing - there is sincerity in his anguish and his little pieces , particularly , are the mere wringings of his heart . Who can doubt that his brow , the index of the soul , darkened as he wrote that fearful curse , the burden of which ...
... writing - there is sincerity in his anguish and his little pieces , particularly , are the mere wringings of his heart . Who can doubt that his brow , the index of the soul , darkened as he wrote that fearful curse , the burden of which ...
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... writings of Byron have saved us , in this country , what in France has been so pernicious , " the literature of desperation : " they are a literature of desperation in themselves ; they condense into one volume what in France has been ...
... writings of Byron have saved us , in this country , what in France has been so pernicious , " the literature of desperation : " they are a literature of desperation in themselves ; they condense into one volume what in France has been ...
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... writings of the period . Now , for the first time , men saw the Pandemonian palace of his soul fully lit , and they trembled at its ghastly splendor ; yet , curious it is to re- mark that those were precisely the poems which the public ...
... writings of the period . Now , for the first time , men saw the Pandemonian palace of his soul fully lit , and they trembled at its ghastly splendor ; yet , curious it is to re- mark that those were precisely the poems which the public ...
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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.