The Solitudes of Nature and of Man: Or, The Loneliness of Human Life |
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Procura do Utilizador - jculkin - LibraryThingA book in 5 parts, with 5 corresponding reviews... Part 1: The Solitudes of Nature A short section, perfect for introducing solitude/loneliness in easy poetical descriptions. Not where the prize lies ... Ler crítica na íntegra
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The Solitudes of Nature and of Man: Or, The Loneliness of Human Life William Rounseville Alger Visualização integral - 1867 |
The Solitudes of Nature and of Man; Or The Loneliness of Human Life William Rounseville Alger Visualização integral - 1869 |
The Solitudes of Nature and of Man: Or, The Loneliness of Human Life William Rounseville Alger Visualização integral - 1867 |
Palavras e frases frequentes
admiration affection appear beauty become better called cause character contempt crowd dark death deep desire divine earth emotions eternal evil existence experience expression eyes faith fame fear feeling felt force genius give hand happy hate heart heaven human idea ideal imagination individual influence intense interest isolation kind less light live loneliness lonely look mankind means mind misery moral nature ness never noble objects once original pain passed passion peace perfect pity poor pride reflection retirement says scorn secret seems sense sentiment side society solitary solitude sorrow soul spirit stand strong suffered superiority sweet sympathy tears tender things thought tion true truth turned unhappy universe virtue whole wish wonder writes wrong wrote
Passagens conhecidas
Página 248 - As one who, long in populous city pent, Where houses thick and sewers annoy the air, Forth issuing on a summer's morn, to breathe Among the pleasant villages and farms Adjoin'd, from each thing met conceives delight ; The smell of grain, or tedded grass, or kine, Or dairy, each rural sight, each rural sound...
Página 248 - I DID but prompt the age to quit their clogs By the known rules of ancient liberty, When straight a barbarous noise environs me Of owls and cuckoos, asses, apes, and dogs...
Página 293 - I have not loved the world, nor the world me ; I have not flatter'd its rank breath, nor bow'd To its idolatries a patient knee, — Nor coin'd my cheek to smiles, — nor cried aloud In worship of an echo ; in the crowd They could not deem me one of such ; I stood Among them, but not of them...
Página 284 - There is One great society alone on earth : The noble Living and the noble Dead.
Página 55 - Soft hour ! which wakes the wish and melts the heart Of those who sail the seas, on the first day When they from their sweet friends are torn apart ; Or fills with love the pilgrim on his way, As the far bell of vesper makes him start, Seeming to weep the dying day's decay.
Página 72 - OH for a lodge in some vast wilderness, Some boundless contiguity of shade, Where rumor of oppression and deceit, Of unsuccessful or successful war, Might never reach me more...
Página 248 - Aleian field I fall Erroneous there to wander and forlorn. Half yet remains unsung, but narrower bound Within the visible diurnal sphere; Standing on earth, not rapt above the pole, More safe I sing with mortal voice, unchanged To hoarse or mute, though fallen on evil days, On evil days though fallen, and evil tongues; In darkness, and with dangers compassed round, And solitude; yet not alone, while thou Visit's!
Página 77 - Wherefore, behold, I send unto you prophets, and wise men, and scribes : and some of them ye shall kill and crucify ; and some of them shall ye scourge in your synagogues, and persecute them from city to city...
Página 295 - I was accused of every monstrous vice by public rumour and private rancour : my name, which had been a knightly or a noble one since my fathers helped to conquer the kingdom for William the Norman, was tainted. I felt that, if what was whispered, and muttered, and murmured, was true, I was unfit for England; if false, England was unfit for me.
Página 274 - Has shone within me, that serenely now And moveless, as a long-forgotten lyre Suspended in the solitary dome Of some mysterious and deserted fane, I wait thy breath, Great Parent, that my strain May modulate with murmurs of the air, And motions of the forests and the sea, And voice of living beings, and woven hymns Of night and day, and the deep heart of man.