The Quarterly Review, Volume 117John Murray, 1865 |
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... language of engraving was a vast advantage in securing the attention of ordinary judges . It is probable that * We cannct , however , pass over without a word of protest the violent language in which Mr. D. G. Rossetti ( note on p . 118 ...
... language of engraving was a vast advantage in securing the attention of ordinary judges . It is probable that * We cannct , however , pass over without a word of protest the violent language in which Mr. D. G. Rossetti ( note on p . 118 ...
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... language of Plato , is that possession and ecstasy with which the Muses seize on a plastic and pure soul , awakening it and hurrying it forth like a Bacchanal in the way of song and poetry in all her kinds , to set forth a thousand ...
... language of Plato , is that possession and ecstasy with which the Muses seize on a plastic and pure soul , awakening it and hurrying it forth like a Bacchanal in the way of song and poetry in all her kinds , to set forth a thousand ...
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... language of unapproachable sublimity . These are scenes where even the greatest of artists might have been inclined to stay their hands , and withdraw from the hopeless effort of representa- tion ; but such scenes were the natural ...
... language of unapproachable sublimity . These are scenes where even the greatest of artists might have been inclined to stay their hands , and withdraw from the hopeless effort of representa- tion ; but such scenes were the natural ...
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... language on visions hardly exceeded what a more completely educated man would have simply confessed to be a figure of speech . When annoyed by questions , or when invoked by a credulous friend ( as by the astro- loger Varley , whom he ...
... language on visions hardly exceeded what a more completely educated man would have simply confessed to be a figure of speech . When annoyed by questions , or when invoked by a credulous friend ( as by the astro- loger Varley , whom he ...
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... language from his Sweden- borgian or Lavater - like style , they assert his absolute reliance on the inner eye of imagination as his guide . As Mr. Gilchrist notes , they are phrases much like the vision and the faculty , ' which the ...
... language from his Sweden- borgian or Lavater - like style , they assert his absolute reliance on the inner eye of imagination as his guide . As Mr. Gilchrist notes , they are phrases much like the vision and the faculty , ' which the ...
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Página 26 - I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam? Where is it now, the glory and the dream?
Página 26 - I hear! —But there's a Tree, of many, one, A single Field which I have looked upon, Both of them speak of something that is gone: The Pansy at my feet Doth the same tale repeat: Whither is fled the visionary gleam?
Página 9 - Whether in Heaven ye wander fair, Or the green corners of the earth, Or the blue regions of the air Where the melodious winds have birth...
Página 11 - SONG WHEN the voices of children are heard on the green And laughing is heard on the hill, My heart is at rest within my breast, And everything else is still. Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down, And the dews of the night arise; Come, come, leave off play, and let us away Till the morning appears in the skies.
Página 217 - Sweet, so would I : Yet I should kill thee with much cherishing. Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow, That I shall say — good night, 'till it be morrow. [Exit. Rom. Sleep dwell upon thine eyes, peace in thy breast ! — 'Would I were sleep and peace, so sweet to rest ! Hence will I to my ghostly father's cell; His help to crave, and my dear hap to tell.
Página 454 - Pagan has been dead many a day ; and as for the other, though he be yet alive, he is, by reason of age, and also of the many shrewd brushes that he met with in his younger days, grown so crazy and stiff in his joints that he can now do little more than sit in his cave's mouth, grinning at pilgrims as they go by, and biting his nails because he cannot come at them.
Página 9 - ... fair, Or the green corners of the earth, Or the blue regions of the air Where the melodious winds have birth; Whether on crystal rocks ye rove, Beneath the bosom of the sea, Wandering in many a coral grove; Fair Nine, forsaking Poetry; How have you left the ancient love That bards of old enjoyed in you! The languid strings do scarcely move, The sound is forced, the notes are few.
Página 452 - ... unfeigned assent and consent to the use of all things in the said book contained and prescribed, in these words and no other : — " I, AB, do here declare my unfeigned assent and consent to all and everything contained and prescribed in and by the book intituled the Book of Common Prayer...
Página 12 - I HAVE no name ; I am but two days old.' What shall I call thee? ' I happy am, Joy is my name.' Sweet joy befall thee ! Pretty joy ! Sweet joy, but two days old.
Página 23 - When the Sun rises, do you not see a round disk of fire somewhat "like a Guinea?" O no, no, I see an Innumerable company of the Heavenly host crying 'Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God Almighty.