Beauties and Achievements of the BlindPublished for the authors, 1863 - 387 Seiten Describes some of the great accomplishments of individuals who were blind. |
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... look ; At length his best beloved , the power of wisdom spoke : " Oh , first and greatest ! god by gods adored ! We own thy might , our father and our lord ! But , ah ! permit to pity human state ; If not to help , at least lament their ...
... look ; At length his best beloved , the power of wisdom spoke : " Oh , first and greatest ! god by gods adored ! We own thy might , our father and our lord ! But , ah ! permit to pity human state ; If not to help , at least lament their ...
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... look'd a while Pondering his voyage . After much difficulty this divine poem was licensed for the press , and published first at London , in 1667 . To show how little the age in which Milton lived was worthy of so great a genius , we ...
... look'd a while Pondering his voyage . After much difficulty this divine poem was licensed for the press , and published first at London , in 1667 . To show how little the age in which Milton lived was worthy of so great a genius , we ...
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... looks too grave and formal for these years : we shall have time enough to be dull and melancholy . Come on , then ; let us enjoy ourselves as becomes our youth ; this is our portion , and our lot is this ; and whatever they who have now ...
... looks too grave and formal for these years : we shall have time enough to be dull and melancholy . Come on , then ; let us enjoy ourselves as becomes our youth ; this is our portion , and our lot is this ; and whatever they who have now ...
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... look very graceful in young men . could never well understand . If you be so foolish as to think religion consists in sour faces , or an af fected moroseness and sullenness , or in stupidity and melancholy , I must confess you have ...
... look very graceful in young men . could never well understand . If you be so foolish as to think religion consists in sour faces , or an af fected moroseness and sullenness , or in stupidity and melancholy , I must confess you have ...
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... ; The character here drawn is that of the author's father , whoso unforeseen fate had just before happened : he was killed by the fall of a malt kiln . Who on his look impress'd his message bears , And 78 BEAUTIES OF THE BLIND .
... ; The character here drawn is that of the author's father , whoso unforeseen fate had just before happened : he was killed by the fall of a malt kiln . Who on his look impress'd his message bears , And 78 BEAUTIES OF THE BLIND .
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Allegany county ancholy authoress bard beams beautiful bees Belfast blessed blind person Bohemia born breath bright brow cheer clouds color dark death deep divine dreams early earth fame fancy father favor feel Fingal flowers FRANCES BROWN friends genius gloom glory hand happy harp hath hear heart heaven hive honor hope hour human voice Iliad inspired JAMES HOLMAN king of day Knaresborough knowledge labors land light lived lonely loss of sight lost his sight lyre memory Metcalf mind misfortune MISS FRANCES morning mountain native nature nature's neath never night o'er objects Ossian perfect poems poet praise present reader says scenes Scoton shade shadow shine sigh sightless sing smile song soon soul sound spirit stars sublime sweet thee thou thought tion true voice waves wild winds writings young youth Zisca
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Seite 48 - The secrets of the hoary deep, a dark Illimitable ocean without bound, Without dimension; where length, breadth, and highth, And time and place are lost; where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal anarchy, amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand.
Seite 37 - Tunes her nocturnal note: thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Seite 48 - Into this wild abyss, The womb of Nature, and, perhaps, her grave, Of neither sea, nor shore, nor air, nor fire, But all these in their pregnant causes mix'd Confusedly, and which thus must ever fight, Unless the Almighty Maker them ordain His dark materials to create more worlds...
Seite 40 - When the world is dark with tempests, when thunder rolls and lightning flies, thou lookest in thy beauty from the clouds, and laughest at the storm. But to Ossian thou lookest in vain, for he beholds thy beams no more; whether thy yellow hair flows on the eastern clouds, or thou tremblest at the gates of the west. But thou art perhaps, like me, for a season; thy years will have an end. Thou shalt sleep in thy clouds careless of the voice of the morning.
Seite 44 - METHOUGHT I saw my late espoused saint Brought to me like Alcestis from the grave, Whom Jove's great son to her glad husband gave, Rescued from death by force, though pale and faint. Mine, as whom wash'd from spot of child-bed taint Purification in the old law did save...
Seite 44 - Purification in the old Law did save, And such as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
Seite 40 - O thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers! Whence are thy beams, O sun! thy everlasting light? Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty; the stars hide themselves in the sky; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave. But thou thyself movest alone; who can be a companion of thy course?
Seite 25 - But, ah! permit to pity human state: If not to help, at least lament their fate. From fields forbidden we submiss refrain, With arms unaiding mourn our Argives slain; Yet grant my counsels still their breasts may move, Or all must perish in the wrath of Jove.
Seite 38 - So much the rather thou, celestial light, Shine inward, and the mind, through all her powers, Irradiate...
Seite 51 - From angel lips I seem to hear the flow Of soft and holy song. It is nothing now, When heaven is opening on my sightless eyes, When airs from Paradise refresh my brow, That earth in darkness lies.