Poet Lore, Volume 5Writer's Center, 1893 |
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... side - lights of his char- acter ; while none the less apparent are the little prejudices and idiosyncrasies that make up the lives of great as of small . It is good , also , in these days , to find out what , indeed , never wanted ...
... side - lights of his char- acter ; while none the less apparent are the little prejudices and idiosyncrasies that make up the lives of great as of small . It is good , also , in these days , to find out what , indeed , never wanted ...
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... sides . I would have taken . up these subjects more seriously , were it not still in question with me how far certain truths connected with them can be spoken in the present state of the public mind . It is often impossible , often ...
... sides . I would have taken . up these subjects more seriously , were it not still in question with me how far certain truths connected with them can be spoken in the present state of the public mind . It is often impossible , often ...
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... side , which he had then in hand a building as a theatre . The place was convenient for us , being easy to get to by water ; while the other theatres for the better sort were only to be reached on horse - back , the ways to them being ...
... side , which he had then in hand a building as a theatre . The place was convenient for us , being easy to get to by water ; while the other theatres for the better sort were only to be reached on horse - back , the ways to them being ...
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... side the ostensible design of the author ; for example , Mr. Paton has argued with much earnestness and ingenuity that Macbeth was the third murderer at the assassination of Banquo . But why should this be a matter of argument ? Does ...
... side the ostensible design of the author ; for example , Mr. Paton has argued with much earnestness and ingenuity that Macbeth was the third murderer at the assassination of Banquo . But why should this be a matter of argument ? Does ...
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... side , " and the tree of which it was said , " Cut it down ; why cumbereth it the ground ? " One artist sets out to exhibit the pic- ture of a sweet young life unfolding into the full bloom of health and happiness ; the other shows us a ...
... side , " and the tree of which it was said , " Cut it down ; why cumbereth it the ground ? " One artist sets out to exhibit the pic- ture of a sweet young life unfolding into the full bloom of health and happiness ; the other shows us a ...
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Page 358 - How charming is divine Philosophy! Not harsh and crabbed, as dull fools suppose, But musical as is Apollo's lute, And a perpetual feast of nectar'd sweets, Where no crude surfeit reigns.
Page 426 - By heaven, I had rather coin my heart, And drop my blood for drachmas, than to wring From the hard hands of peasants their' vile trash By any indirection.
Page 625 - How ill this taper burns ! Ha ! who comes here ? I think it is the weakness of mine eyes That shapes this monstrous apparition. It comes upon me. Art thou any thing ? Art thou some god, some angel, or some devil, That mak'st my blood cold and my hair to stare ? Speak to me what thou art.
Page 21 - No, wench : it eats and sleeps, and hath such senses As we have ; such. This gallant, which thou seest...
Page 483 - Thames' waters flow. O what a multitude they seem'd, these flowers of London town! Seated in companies they sit with radiance all their own. The hum of multitudes was there, but multitudes of lambs, Thousands of little boys and girls raising their innocent hands. Now like a mighty wind they raise to heaven the voice of song, Or like harmonious thunderings the seats of heaven among. Beneath them sit the aged men, wise guardians of the poor; Then cherish pity, lest you drive an angel from your door.
Page 579 - He wakes or sleeps with the enduring dead ; Thou canst not soar where he is sitting now. Dust to the dust ! but the pure spirit shall flow Back to the burning fountain whence it came, A portion of the Eternal, which must glow Through time and change, unquenchably the same, Whilst thy cold embers choke the sordid hearth of shame.
Page 579 - He is made one with Nature. There is heard His voice in all her music, from the moan Of thunder to the song of night's sweet bird. He is a presence to be felt and known In darkness and in light, from herb and stone ; Spreading itself where'er that Power may move Which has withdrawn his being to its own, Which wields the world with never-wearied love, Sustains it from beneath, and kindles it above.
Page 194 - How oft, when thou, my music, music play'st Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds With thy sweet fingers, when thou gently sway'st The wiry concord that mine ear confounds, Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap To kiss the tender inward of thy hand...
Page 36 - Thro' the shadow of the globe we sweep into the younger day: Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay.
Page 262 - Never any more, While I live, Need I hope to see his face As before. Once his love grown chill, Mine may strive : Bitterly we re-embrace, Single still. n. Was it something said, Something done, Vexed him ? was it touch of hand, Turn of head ? Strange ! that very way Love begun : I as little understand Love's decay.