A Second Gallery of Literary PortraitsJ. Hogg, 1850 - 429 psl. |
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... common execution , and that the most godlike head in the world did not roll off from the bloody block . But , " man is immortal till his work be done . " We speak of accidents and possibilities ; but , in reality , and looking at the ...
... common execution , and that the most godlike head in the world did not roll off from the bloody block . But , " man is immortal till his work be done . " We speak of accidents and possibilities ; but , in reality , and looking at the ...
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... common way , In cheerful godliness ; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on itself did lay . " LORD BYRON . AN objection may meet us on the threshold of this , as well as on that of our previous paper . It may seem that to attempt a ...
... common way , In cheerful godliness ; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on itself did lay . " LORD BYRON . AN objection may meet us on the threshold of this , as well as on that of our previous paper . It may seem that to attempt a ...
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... common opinions on his entire genius and works , forming a full - length portrait , ideally like , vigorously distinct , and set , in his own bril- liant imagery and language , as in a frame of gold . Our endeavour at present is to make ...
... common opinions on his entire genius and works , forming a full - length portrait , ideally like , vigorously distinct , and set , in his own bril- liant imagery and language , as in a frame of gold . Our endeavour at present is to make ...
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... common miseries , and must create and exhaust imaginary horrors . What in- finite pity that a being so gifted , and that might have been so noble , should find it necessary perpetually to evade him- self ! Hence his writings abound ...
... common miseries , and must create and exhaust imaginary horrors . What in- finite pity that a being so gifted , and that might have been so noble , should find it necessary perpetually to evade him- self ! Hence his writings abound ...
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... common property , but Lochnagar is Byron's own - no poet will ever venture to sing it again . In its dread circle none durst walk but he . His allusions to it are not numerous , but its peaks stood often before his eye : a recollection ...
... common property , but Lochnagar is Byron's own - no poet will ever venture to sing it again . In its dread circle none durst walk but he . His allusions to it are not numerous , but its peaks stood often before his eye : a recollection ...
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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...