The Works of George Eliot: Essays and Leaves from a note bookW. Blackwood, 1885 |
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... walks in graveyards , or it soars among the stars . His religion exhausts itself in ejaculations and rebukes , and knows no medium . between the ecstatic and the sententious . If it were not for the prospect of immortality , he ...
... walks in graveyards , or it soars among the stars . His religion exhausts itself in ejaculations and rebukes , and knows no medium . between the ecstatic and the sententious . If it were not for the prospect of immortality , he ...
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... walks at noon and blasts the bloom of day . " Of the nymph who , " gratis , clears religious mys- teries " : " " Tis hard , too , she who makes no use but chat Of her religion , should be barr'd in that . " The description of the ...
... walks at noon and blasts the bloom of day . " Of the nymph who , " gratis , clears religious mys- teries " : " " Tis hard , too , she who makes no use but chat Of her religion , should be barr'd in that . " The description of the ...
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... walk , " At once , swift as a bird , Ascends the neighbouring beech ; there whisks his brush , And perks his ears , and stamps , and cries aloud , With all the prettiness of feigned alarm And anger insignificantly fierce . " And then he ...
... walk , " At once , swift as a bird , Ascends the neighbouring beech ; there whisks his brush , And perks his ears , and stamps , and cries aloud , With all the prettiness of feigned alarm And anger insignificantly fierce . " And then he ...
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... 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 ...
... 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 ...
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... walking - sticks . This poor man , who had no wish to pass either for a great tragic dramatist , or for a great star - gazer , or for a laurel- crowned musical genius , a rival of Mozart and Rossini , and preferred giving his money for ...
... walking - sticks . This poor man , who had no wish to pass either for a great tragic dramatist , or for a great star - gazer , or for a laurel- crowned musical genius , a rival of Mozart and Rossini , and preferred giving his money for ...
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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.