Poems and Prose Writings, Band 2Baker and Scribner, 1850 |
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... matter what , to gain something we have not , no matter how . If this be indeed the age of change , it may be well to stop awhile , and ask ourselves whether all we have cast behind us is quite so useless as we have presum- ed ; whether ...
... matter what , to gain something we have not , no matter how . If this be indeed the age of change , it may be well to stop awhile , and ask ourselves whether all we have cast behind us is quite so useless as we have presum- ed ; whether ...
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... matter how insignificant in itself , it becomes imper- ceptibly inwrought with our accustomed associations of feelings and thoughts , and thus partakes of their common life , and , by sharing in it , adds to it . How much is there in ...
... matter how insignificant in itself , it becomes imper- ceptibly inwrought with our accustomed associations of feelings and thoughts , and thus partakes of their common life , and , by sharing in it , adds to it . How much is there in ...
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... matter in what , ) driving him home to his misgiving self - complacency , his only hiding - place at such times . If power awakens a sense of admiration , every cir- cumstance that puts it , not only out of our check and direct control ...
... matter in what , ) driving him home to his misgiving self - complacency , his only hiding - place at such times . If power awakens a sense of admiration , every cir- cumstance that puts it , not only out of our check and direct control ...
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... matter , I acknowledge . But in pro- portion to an undue concern in the present will be the tendency to this state . There is so constant a pressing upon the senses by the surrounding present , that the remote , which requires effort ...
... matter , I acknowledge . But in pro- portion to an undue concern in the present will be the tendency to this state . There is so constant a pressing upon the senses by the surrounding present , that the remote , which requires effort ...
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... matter , we had not been conscious of in ourselves , yet not so far the contrary of what is in us but that it shall touch some chord within us , and call out sounds which had slept silent there , from the time the hand of God first ...
... matter , we had not been conscious of in ourselves , yet not so far the contrary of what is in us but that it shall touch some chord within us , and call out sounds which had slept silent there , from the time the hand of God first ...
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affections beauty become better bring called character Christian Cowper creature deism delight desert of sin earth Eloisa to Abelard emotions errour eternity evil Faerie Queene fancy faults fear feel Gaston de Blondeville genius give God's Hazlitt heart heaven humble images imagination imparts individual influences intellectual kind labour language less light living look mind moral moved Mysteries of Udolpho mysterious nature ness never North American Review object ourselves pass passages passions peculiar perhaps Peter Grimes pietism pleasure poem poet poetic poetry Pollok Pope present pride principle reason relations religious reverence RICHARD HENRY DANA Salmagundi satire scenes seems sense sentiment society sorrow soul speak spirit stand strong style Sylph talk taste things thou thought tion touch true truth turn verse words
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Seite 15 - Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish, A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon 't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air : thou hast seen these signs ; They are black vesper's pageants.
Seite 69 - Although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night : It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden, Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Ere one can say — It lightens.
Seite 302 - In rural occupation there is nothing mean and debasing. It leads a man forth among scenes of natural grandeur and beauty ; it leaves him to the workings of his own mind, operated upon by the purest and most elevating of external influences. Such a man may be simple and rough, but he cannot be vulgar.
Seite 137 - Who builds a church to God, and not to Fame, Will never mark the marble with his name : Go, search it there, where to be born and die, Of rich and poor makes all the history ; Enough, that Virtue fill'd the space between ; Prov'd by the ends of being, to have been.
Seite 178 - Yet here for ever, ever must I stay ; Sad proof how well a lover can obey...
Seite 139 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
Seite 205 - Smooth'd up with snow ; and, what is land, unknown, What water of the still unfrozen spring, In the loose marsh or solitary lake, Where the fresh fountain from the bottom boils.
Seite 182 - What though no credit doubting wits may give? The fair and innocent shall still believe. Know then, unnumber'd spirits round thee fly, The light militia of the lower sky: These, though unseen, are ever on the wing, Hang o'er the Box, and hover round the Ring. Think what an equipage thou hast in air, And view with scorn two pages and a chair.
Seite 184 - Her tongue bewitch'd as oddly as her eyes, Less wit than mimic, more a wit than wise ; Strange graces still, and stranger flights she had, Was just not ugly, and was just not mad ; Yet ne'er so sure our passion to create, As when she touch'd the brink of all we hate.
Seite 344 - Embattled in her field ; and the humble shrub, And bush with frizzled hair implicit : last Rose, as in dance, the stately trees, and spread Their branches hung with copious fruit, or gemm'd Their blossoms : with high woods the hills were crown'd ; With tufts the valleys and each fountain side ; With borders long the rivers : that earth now Seem'd like to heaven, a seat where gods might dwell, Or wander with delight, and love to haunt Her sacred shades...