Beauties and Achievements of the BlindPublished for the authors, 1865 - 387 Seiten |
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... sound is the result of vibration ? Is the brain only a system of organs , conspiring to produce thought , as melody is produced by musical instru- ments ? How did the mind come in possession of its own identity , or that inward ...
... sound is the result of vibration ? Is the brain only a system of organs , conspiring to produce thought , as melody is produced by musical instru- ments ? How did the mind come in possession of its own identity , or that inward ...
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... sound box on the ear , for not having the writings of Homer in his school . The Battle of the Frogs and Mice , and several epigrams , have been ascribed to him ; but the most probable opinion is , that there are none of his writings ...
... sound box on the ear , for not having the writings of Homer in his school . The Battle of the Frogs and Mice , and several epigrams , have been ascribed to him ; but the most probable opinion is , that there are none of his writings ...
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... shone the throne : his lyre well strung To rapturous sounds , at hand Pontinus hung : Before his seat a polish'd table shines , And a full goblet foams with generous wines , His food a herald bore : and now they fed HOMER . 27.
... shone the throne : his lyre well strung To rapturous sounds , at hand Pontinus hung : Before his seat a polish'd table shines , And a full goblet foams with generous wines , His food a herald bore : and now they fed HOMER . 27.
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... sounds that greeted his ear , and formed the lul laby of his early years . It has been the well - founded opinion of our ablest modern literary persons , that an age of uncivilization , when the passions and feelings of men are in ...
... sounds that greeted his ear , and formed the lul laby of his early years . It has been the well - founded opinion of our ablest modern literary persons , that an age of uncivilization , when the passions and feelings of men are in ...
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... sound of its strings is mournful . Does the wind touch thee , O harp , or is it some passing ghost ? It is the hand of Malvina ! Bring me the harp , son of Alpin . Another song shall rise . My soul shall depart in the sound . My fathers ...
... sound of its strings is mournful . Does the wind touch thee , O harp , or is it some passing ghost ? It is the hand of Malvina ! Bring me the harp , son of Alpin . Another song shall rise . My soul shall depart in the sound . My fathers ...
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Allegany county ancholy appear 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 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 40 - thy beams, 0 Sun I 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 41 - of the morning. Exult then, 0 Sun, in the strength of thy youth I Age is dark and unlovely; it is like the glimmering light of the moon, when it shines through broken clouds, and the mist is on the hills : the blast of the north is on the plain, the traveler shrinks in the midst of his
Seite 51 - When airs from paradise refresh my brow The earth in darkness lies. In a purer clime My being fills with rapture—waves of thought Roll in upon my spirit—strains sublime Break over me unsought. Give me now my lyre 1 I feel the stirrings of a gift divine: Within my bosom glows unearthly
Seite 50 - towards me; and its holy light Shines in upon my lonely dwelling place— And there is no more night. On my bended knee I recognize thy purpose clearly shown: My vision thou hast dimm'd, that I may see Thyself—Thyself alone. I have nought to fear ; This darkness is the shadow of thy wing; Beneath it I am almost
Seite 25 - For such I reign, unbounded and above; And such are men and gods compared to Jove." Th" Almighty spoke, nor durst the powers reply, A reverend horror silenced all the sky : Trembling they stood before their sovereign's look ; At length his best beloved, the power of wisdom spoke:
Seite 40 - the moon herself is lost in heaven : but thou art forever the same, rejoicing in the brightness of thy course. When the world is dark with tempests, when thunder rolls and lightning flies,
Seite 22 - poem in its fullest splendor: it grows in the progress, both on himself and others, and becomes on fire, like a chariot wheel, by its own rapidity. Exact disposition, just thought, correct elocution, polished numbers, may have been found in a thousand ; but this poetic fire, this ' vivida vis animi,' in a very few.
Seite 40 - 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
Seite 42 - been strung in Selma; come, Ossian, come away, he says, come, fly with thy fathers on clouds. I come, I come, thou king of men ! The life of Ossian fails. I begin to vanish on Cona. My steps are not seen in Selma. Beside the stone of Mora I shall fall asleep. The winds whistling in my gray hair
Seite 27 - lay, responsive to the strings. In entertaining Ulysses, the royal guest of Alcinoiis, the blind bard is deemed indispensable : The herald now arrives, and guides along The sacred master of celestial song : Dear to the muse! who gave his days to flow With mighty blessings, mixed with mighty