Thoughts on the PoetsC.S. Francis & Company, 1846 - 318 pages |
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... true , with the exercise of all affec- tion , but love , in its deepest and genuine import , is the highest and most profound interest of existence . This is a truth but imperfectly understood ; but there are few spirits so utterly ...
... true , with the exercise of all affec- tion , but love , in its deepest and genuine import , is the highest and most profound interest of existence . This is a truth but imperfectly understood ; but there are few spirits so utterly ...
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... true love springs from the soul itself , and is felt to be its legitimate and holiest fruit . Thus , and thus alone , is human nature richly developed , and the best in- terests of life wisely embraced . Shadows give way to substance ...
... true love springs from the soul itself , and is felt to be its legitimate and holiest fruit . Thus , and thus alone , is human nature richly developed , and the best in- terests of life wisely embraced . Shadows give way to substance ...
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... letter of the bond . Yet , in so doing , if they possess any true depth of character , they will never compromise their highest privilege ; they will never profane the sentiment of love by hypocrisy ; they 18 THOUGHTS ON THE POETS .
... letter of the bond . Yet , in so doing , if they possess any true depth of character , they will never compromise their highest privilege ; they will never profane the sentiment of love by hypocrisy ; they 18 THOUGHTS ON THE POETS .
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... true to experience , of the influence of uncongenial bonds upon a large class of women , in " Locksley Hall . " But all of the sex are not the mere passive victims of habit and circumstance . A few peerless exceptions really live ...
... true to experience , of the influence of uncongenial bonds upon a large class of women , in " Locksley Hall . " But all of the sex are not the mere passive victims of habit and circumstance . A few peerless exceptions really live ...
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... true to the passion in its exalted form . There is no range infinite enough for deep sentiment but one which includes the perspective of a boundless future . Hence the melancholy of all great emotion . " Mio bene " ( my good ) is a ...
... true to the passion in its exalted form . There is no range infinite enough for deep sentiment but one which includes the perspective of a boundless future . Hence the melancholy of all great emotion . " Mio bene " ( my good ) is a ...
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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...