A Second Gallery of Literary PortraitsJ. Hogg, 1850 - 429 psl. |
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... admirable fencer , and as brave as his own Michael , thought he might serve the popular cause better by the pen than by the sword . He calmly sat down , therefore , to write down royalty , prelacy , and every species of arbitrary power ...
... admirable fencer , and as brave as his own Michael , thought he might serve the popular cause better by the pen than by the sword . He calmly sat down , therefore , to write down royalty , prelacy , and every species of arbitrary power ...
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... admiration . You believe it to be a powerful poem , and you tremble as you believe . What a contrast in " Comus , " the growth and bloom rather than the work of his youth ! It bears the relation to the other works of Milton , that ...
... admiration . You believe it to be a powerful poem , and you tremble as you believe . What a contrast in " Comus , " the growth and bloom rather than the work of his youth ! It bears the relation to the other works of Milton , that ...
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... admiration ; it is not , on the other hand , a popular and poetical manual , like the " Pilgrim's Progress , " commending itself to the hearts of all who have hearts to feel its meaning ; nor is it a work valuable to a party , as having ...
... admiration ; it is not , on the other hand , a popular and poetical manual , like the " Pilgrim's Progress , " commending itself to the hearts of all who have hearts to feel its meaning ; nor is it a work valuable to a party , as having ...
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... admiring two of the most monstrous of that progeny which French affectation and self - conceit , mistak- ing the pressure of nightmare for the stoop of the god , have ever produced . Approach , ye admirers of Milton's match- less pair ...
... admiring two of the most monstrous of that progeny which French affectation and self - conceit , mistak- ing the pressure of nightmare for the stoop of the god , have ever produced . Approach , ye admirers of Milton's match- less pair ...
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... admiration , love , pity , blame , horror , and , above all , wonder as to what could be the conceivable issue of a life so high and so low - so earthly and so un- earthly - so spiritual and so sensual - so melancholy and so mirthful ...
... admiration , love , pity , blame , horror , and , above all , wonder as to what could be the conceivable issue of a life so high and so low - so earthly and so un- earthly - so spiritual and so sensual - so melancholy and so mirthful ...
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admiration amid beautiful Bulwer burning Byron called calm Carlyle character Christianity Cobbett Coleridge Crabbe criticism dark death deep divine Dr Johnson dream earnest earth Edinburgh Review eloquent Emerson eternal Eugene Aram fancy feeling Festus fire Foster genius George Dawson gloom Goethe grandeur heart heaven hell human humour imagination intellect Isaac Taylor John Sterling language lectures Leigh Hunt less light literary living Lochnagar look Macaulay melancholy Milton mind misery moral nature never night Paradise Paradise Lost passion peculiar poems poet poetical poetry popular praise profound prophet prose racter religion Sartor Resartus seems sense shadow Shakspere Shelley silent sincere song sorrow soul speak spirit spring stand stars strong style sublime sweet sympathy tears thing Thomas Carlyle Thomas Macaulay thou thought tion true truth verse vision voice Voltaire William Cobbett wonder words Wordsworth writings
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225 psl. - Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows ; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides ; and tho...
19 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.
50 psl. - And thus I saw the horses in the vision, and them that sat on them, having breastplates of fire, and of jacinth, and brimstone: and the heads of the horses were as the heads of lions : and out of their mouths issued fire and smoke and brimstone.
227 psl. - And one : * He had not wholly quench'd his power; A little grain of conscience made him sour.' 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.
32 psl. - Adam the goodliest man of men since born His sons, the fairest of her daughters Eve.
378 psl. - Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant ! Let the dead Past bury its dead ! Act, — act in the living Present ! Heart within, and God o'erhead ! /!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.
44 psl. - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love, Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow [Kneels.
20 psl. - I took it for a faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colours of the rainbow live, And play i
282 psl. - Will the unicorn be willing to serve thee, Or abide by thy crib? Canst thou bind the unicorn with his band in the furrow? Or will he harrow the valleys after thee?
96 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...