Colloquies, Desultory, But Chiefly Upon Poetry and Poets: Between an Elder, Enthusiastic, and an Apostle of the LawOrr and Company and Houlston and Stonemen, 1844 - 268 páginas |
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... * Midsummer Night's Dream , iii . 1 . " Death , that mighty Hunter ! " - Night Thoughts . 7 iteration of the Patriarch's lament- " few and evil B 2 INTRODUCTORY CHAPTER . 13 in a part which, like the lion's (allotted ...
... * Midsummer Night's Dream , iii . 1 . " Death , that mighty Hunter ! " - Night Thoughts . 7 iteration of the Patriarch's lament- " few and evil B 2 INTRODUCTORY CHAPTER . 13 in a part which, like the lion's (allotted ...
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... death " was peaceful as a pleasant dream , and little recked she of the superadded " labor and sorrow " that must have been entailed on her by the fruition of her wish . For my own part , my aspirations are less presumptious ; and a ...
... death " was peaceful as a pleasant dream , and little recked she of the superadded " labor and sorrow " that must have been entailed on her by the fruition of her wish . For my own part , my aspirations are less presumptious ; and a ...
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... Death - in lines wildly terrible as the vision of Belshazzar's Feast , or , more fearful still , the Deluge , with its multitude - in all the horror of mad- ness but without its unconsciousness - urging their gasping flight from the ...
... Death - in lines wildly terrible as the vision of Belshazzar's Feast , or , more fearful still , the Deluge , with its multitude - in all the horror of mad- ness but without its unconsciousness - urging their gasping flight from the ...
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... in one predominating passion of charity — one grand , ab- sorbing frater - feeling , whose flow of love should be ceaseless as the mercies of GOD ! When Death shall have lent his consecration to the Name 74 CHAPTER III .
... in one predominating passion of charity — one grand , ab- sorbing frater - feeling , whose flow of love should be ceaseless as the mercies of GOD ! When Death shall have lent his consecration to the Name 74 CHAPTER III .
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... Death shall have lent his consecration to the Name of Wordsworth , and many shall " call him noble " who had been their reproach , this cannot but be told emphatically to his posthumous praise - that , moved mightily by " high objects ...
... Death shall have lent his consecration to the Name of Wordsworth , and many shall " call him noble " who had been their reproach , this cannot but be told emphatically to his posthumous praise - that , moved mightily by " high objects ...
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Colloquies, Desultory, But Chiefly Upon Poetry and Poets: Between an Elder ... Christopher Legge Lordan Visualização integral - 1844 |
Colloquies, Desultory, But Chiefly Upon Poetry and Poets: Between an Elder ... Christopher Legge Lordan Visualização integral - 1844 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
admiration beauty bliss bosom breath character charm Church cloud COLLOQUY Conscience contemplation dark Death deep delight divine dread earth effect ELDER eloquent eternal faculties Faery Queene fair faith fancy Father feeling flow flowers gentle glory grandeur grief hath hear heart heaven Hermione holy honor hope hour human human clay idlesse imagination immortal infinite influence innu Ivy Lodge King lament light living look Lord lyre Madame de Stael man's Massillon melody ment mighty Milton mind mirth moral morning mother Nature never Night noble Paradise passion pity pleasant pleasure Poet Poet's poetic Poetry praise rapture regard religious Robert Herrick ROMSEY Rydal Mount scene season Shakspeare sigh sleep smile song sorrow soul sphere spirit stir sublime Sun's Darling sweet sympathy thee things thou thought tongue Troilus and Cressida Truth voice wing wing of Hope Winter's Tale Wordsworth youth
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Página 180 - tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, ^ That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Página 177 - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them ? To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep: perchance to dream: ay there's the rub; For in that sleep of death what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this mortal coil...
Página 201 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.
Página 153 - We rest. — A dream has power to poison sleep ; We rise. — One wandering thought pollutes the day ; We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep; Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away : It is the same!
Página 192 - Though thy clime Be fickle, and thy year most part deform'd With dripping rains, or wither'd by a frost, I would not yet exchange thy sullen skies, And fields without a flower, for warmer France With all her vines ; nor for Ausonia's groves Of golden fruitage, and her myrtle bowers.
Página 38 - May plume her feathers and let grow her wings, That in the various bustle of resort Were all too ruffled, and sometimes impair'd...
Página 191 - I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho
Página 14 - Pharaoh, The days of the years of my pilgrimage are an hundred and thirty years ; few and evil have the days of the years of my life been...
Página 110 - More sweet than odours caught by him who sails Near spicy shores of Araby the blest, A thousand times more exquisitely sweet, The freight of holy feeling which we meet, In thoughtful moments, wafted by the gales From fields where good men walk, or bowers wherein they rest.
Página 253 - Speak, whimpering younglings; and make known The reason why Ye droop, and weep. Is it for want of sleep; Or childish lullaby ? Or, that ye have not seen as yet The violet? Or brought a kiss From that sweetheart to this? No, no; this sorrow, shown By your tears shed, Would have this lecture read, * That things of greatest, so of meanest worth, Conceived with grief are, and with tears brought forth.