Thoughts on the PoetsC.S. Francis & Company, 1846 - 318 pages |
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... pleasures of sense or the abstractions of wisdom , however keen their perceptions , or ardent their passions . They know themselves born to find completion through another . A subtle and pleading ex- pectancy foretells the advent of a ...
... pleasures of sense or the abstractions of wisdom , however keen their perceptions , or ardent their passions . They know themselves born to find completion through another . A subtle and pleading ex- pectancy foretells the advent of a ...
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... pleasure , for sympathy . It is to have the blissful con- sciouness amid every day scenes of barren toil or heart- less mirth , that we are independent of the crowd , and " have bread to eat which they know not of . " En- forced ...
... pleasure , for sympathy . It is to have the blissful con- sciouness amid every day scenes of barren toil or heart- less mirth , that we are independent of the crowd , and " have bread to eat which they know not of . " En- forced ...
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... pleasures of sense are those in which the soul intimately blends . Yet , another Hemmed in by external obligations from infancy , with social laws ratio al inducement to constancy obtains . forever checking our personal action , and ...
... pleasures of sense are those in which the soul intimately blends . Yet , another Hemmed in by external obligations from infancy , with social laws ratio al inducement to constancy obtains . forever checking our personal action , and ...
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... pleasures of society , and in point of fact realize no satisfaction in the indul- gence of minor tastes and light emotions . They have profound sympathies and magnanimous hearts . Some- times the poet's word or the orator's appeal , a ...
... pleasures of society , and in point of fact realize no satisfaction in the indul- gence of minor tastes and light emotions . They have profound sympathies and magnanimous hearts . Some- times the poet's word or the orator's appeal , a ...
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... pleasure of musing amid these scenes of poetic interest , it must have been the conscious- ness of having reached them by so gradual and self- denying a progress . There is , in truth , no more charac- teristic portion of Goldsmith's ...
... pleasure of musing amid these scenes of poetic interest , it must have been the conscious- ness of having reached them by so gradual and self- denying a progress . There is , in truth , no more charac- teristic portion of Goldsmith's ...
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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...