Thoughts on the PoetsC.S. Francis & Company, 1846 - 318 pages |
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... , until his own ex- perience converted him so effectually to the faith . - " e quel che in me non era , Mi pareva un miracolo in altrui . ” Many live and die knowing nothing of love except through 10 THOUGHTS ON THE POETS .
... , until his own ex- perience converted him so effectually to the faith . - " e quel che in me non era , Mi pareva un miracolo in altrui . ” Many live and die knowing nothing of love except through 10 THOUGHTS ON THE POETS .
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... live in their affections . While this important fact has been ever illustrated by poets , it is seldom fully recognized in moral systems or popular the- ology . Yet , if we would truly discern the free , genuine elements of character ...
... live in their affections . While this important fact has been ever illustrated by poets , it is seldom fully recognized in moral systems or popular the- ology . Yet , if we would truly discern the free , genuine elements of character ...
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... live , — women , who through remarkable spirituality of character , or firm will , united to fine moral perceptions , prove superior to outward fate , and never permit the temple of their hearts to be crossed , save by the one , who ...
... live , — women , who through remarkable spirituality of character , or firm will , united to fine moral perceptions , prove superior to outward fate , and never permit the temple of their hearts to be crossed , save by the one , who ...
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... live fighting . † The yoke , the chains , and the bonds were more sweet than to go free . Hence , if any beautiful fruit grows in me , from thee came its seed . Of myself , I am , as it were , a barren soil , cultivated by thee , and ...
... live fighting . † The yoke , the chains , and the bonds were more sweet than to go free . Hence , if any beautiful fruit grows in me , from thee came its seed . Of myself , I am , as it were , a barren soil , cultivated by thee , and ...
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... lives wholly in its affections . It is by communion with itself that love grows strong . The process of adaptation which is so familiar to women , grad- ually robs feeling of all depth and intensity . If very ele- vated in tone of mind ...
... lives wholly in its affections . It is by communion with itself that love grows strong . The process of adaptation which is so familiar to women , grad- ually robs feeling of all depth and intensity . If very ele- vated in tone of mind ...
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Page 219 - Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
Page 76 - Kent. Vex not his ghost. O, let him pass! He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Page 52 - See the wretch, that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again : The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
Page 234 - Until the poppied warmth of sleep oppress'd Her soothed limbs, and soul fatigued away ; Flown, like a thought, until the morrow-day ; Blissfully haven'd both from joy and pain; Clasp'd like a missal where swart Paynims pray; Blinded alike from sunshine and from rain, As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again.
Page 136 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Page 126 - Where the thin harvest waves its wither'd ears ; Rank weeds, that every art and care defy, Reign o'er the land and rob the blighted rye : There Thistles stretch their prickly arms afar, And to the ragged infant threaten war; There Poppies nodding, mock the hope of toil, There the blue Bugloss paints the sterile soil ; Hardy and high, above the slender sheaf, The slimy Mallow waves her silky leaf; O'er the young shoot the Charlock throws a shade, And clasping Tares cling round the sickly blade ; With...
Page 90 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Page 176 - MINE be a cot beside the hill ; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch, Shall twitter from her clay-built nest; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.
Page 207 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain-light of all our day, Are yet a master-light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal silence...
Page 298 - Father, Thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns. Thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth, and forthwith rose All these fair ranks of trees. They in Thy sun Budded, and shook their green leaves in Thy breeze, And shot towards heaven. The centuryliving crow, Whose birth was in their tops, grew old and died...