The Works of George Eliot: Essays and Leaves from a note bookW. Blackwood, 1885 |
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... archer , could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice ; and thrice my peace was slain ; And thrice , ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn . " Since we find Young departing from the truth of dates 18 WORLDLINESS AND OTHER - WORLDLINESS :
... archer , could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice ; and thrice my peace was slain ; And thrice , ere thrice yon moon had filled her horn . " Since we find Young departing from the truth of dates 18 WORLDLINESS AND OTHER - WORLDLINESS :
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George Eliot John Walter Cross. Since we find Young departing from the truth of dates , in order to heighten the effect of his calamity , or at least of his climax , we need not be surprised that he allowed his imagination great freedom ...
George Eliot John Walter Cross. Since we find Young departing from the truth of dates , in order to heighten the effect of his calamity , or at least of his climax , we need not be surprised that he allowed his imagination great freedom ...
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... truths I have in view : which cannot be weighed too much ; which the more they are weighed , amaze the more ; which to have supposed , before they were revealed , would have been as great madness , and to have presumed on as great sin ...
... truths I have in view : which cannot be weighed too much ; which the more they are weighed , amaze the more ; which to have supposed , before they were revealed , would have been as great madness , and to have presumed on as great sin ...
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... truth of his dictum , that " blank verse is verse unfallen , uncurst ; verse reclaimed , re- inthroned in the true language of the gods ; who never thundered nor suffered their Homer to thunder in rhyme . " His want of mastery in rhyme ...
... truth of his dictum , that " blank verse is verse unfallen , uncurst ; verse reclaimed , re- inthroned in the true language of the gods ; who never thundered nor suffered their Homer to thunder in rhyme . " His want of mastery in rhyme ...
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... truth — that the love of fame is the cause , not of all follies , but of many . Not Young's satires on women are superior to Pope's , which is only saying that they are superior to Pope's greatest failure . We can more frequently pick ...
... truth — that the love of fame is the cause , not of all follies , but of many . Not Young's satires on women are superior to Pope's , which is only saying that they are superior to Pope's greatest failure . We can more frequently pick ...
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Page 112 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be ; But she is in her grave, and, oh, The difference to me...
Page 163 - Let knowledge grow from more to more, But more of reverence in us dwell; That mind and soul, according well, May make one music as before, But vaster.
Page 18 - Insatiate archer ! could not one suffice ? Thy shaft flew thrice ; and thrice my peace was slain ; And thrice, ere thrice yon moon had fill'd her horn.
Page 66 - One song employs all nations; and all cry, * Worthy the Lamb, for he was slain for us !* The dwellers in the vales and on the rocks Shout to each other, and the mountain-tops From distant mountains catch the flying joy ; Till, nation after nation taught the strain, Earth rolls the rapturous Hosanna round.
Page 65 - Happy who walks with him ! whom what he finds Of flavour or of scent in fruit or flower, Or what he views of beautiful or grand In nature, from the broad majestic oak To the green blade that twinkles in the sun, Prompts with remembrance of a present God.
Page 48 - Strong death, alone can heave the massy bar, This gross impediment of clay remove, And make us embryos of existence free From real life ; but little more remote Is he, not yet a candidate for light, The future embryo, slumbering in his sire. Embryos we must be till we burst the shell, • . Yon ambient azure shell, and spring to life, The life of gods, O transport ! and of man.
Page 66 - Is merely as the working of a sea Before a calm, that rocks itself to rest : For He, whose car the winds are, and the clouds The dust that waits upon His sultry march, When sin hath moved Him, and His wrath is hot, Shall visit earth in mercy ; shall descend Propitious in His chariot paved with love : And what His storms have blasted and defaced For man's revolt, shall with a smile repair.
Page 56 - Through destiny's inextricable wards, Deep driving every bolt, on both their fates : Then, from the crystal battlements of heaven, Down, down she hurls it through the dark profound, Ten thousand thousand fathom ; there to rust, And ne'er unlock her resolution more. The deep resounds ; and hell, through all her glooms, Returns, in groans, the melancholy roar.
Page 150 - Who can be wise, amazed, temperate and furious, Loyal and neutral, in a moment?
Page 36 - Father of mercies ! why from silent earth Didst thou awake, and curse me into birth ? Tear me from quiet, ravish me from night, And make a thankless present of thy light ? Push into being a reverse of thee, And animate a clod with misery ? " The beasts are happy; they come forth, and keep Short watch on earth, and then lie down to sleep.