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... seen in the distance with your tablets all ready to write them into prose . CRITIC . O my brother , my benefactor , do not thus repel me . Interpret me rather to our common mother ; let her not avert her eyes from a younger child . I ...
... seen in the distance with your tablets all ready to write them into prose . CRITIC . O my brother , my benefactor , do not thus repel me . Interpret me rather to our common mother ; let her not avert her eyes from a younger child . I ...
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... seen ? What by giving a technical classification to what is already as- similated with the mental life ? CRITIC . What is gained by living at all ? POET . Beauty loving itself , -Happiness ! CRITIC . Does not this involve consciousness ...
... seen ? What by giving a technical classification to what is already as- similated with the mental life ? CRITIC . What is gained by living at all ? POET . Beauty loving itself , -Happiness ! CRITIC . Does not this involve consciousness ...
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... seen , the embrace was eager and affectionate as that of the brother and the child . “ Let us not return at once , ” said Lord Herbert . " I had al- ready waited for you long , and have seen all the beauties of the parsonage and church ...
... seen , the embrace was eager and affectionate as that of the brother and the child . “ Let us not return at once , ” said Lord Herbert . " I had al- ready waited for you long , and have seen all the beauties of the parsonage and church ...
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... seen to disregard the precepts or ex- ample of his father ; and it is a matter of surprise if the scion is found to bear fruit of a similar , not to say equal flavor , with the parent tree . How opposed all this is to our natural wishes ...
... seen to disregard the precepts or ex- ample of his father ; and it is a matter of surprise if the scion is found to bear fruit of a similar , not to say equal flavor , with the parent tree . How opposed all this is to our natural wishes ...
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... seen into the very depths of Hall's nature . There is no pity , no flattery - no ill - advised application of the wise counsels of calm hours and untried spirits , but that noble and sincere faith , which might have created beneath the ...
... seen into the very depths of Hall's nature . There is no pity , no flattery - no ill - advised application of the wise counsels of calm hours and untried spirits , but that noble and sincere faith , which might have created beneath the ...
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Page 71 - What thou art we know not ; What is most like thee '! From rainbow clouds there flow not Drops so bright to see, As from, thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Page 35 - Thy soul was like a Star, and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness ; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Page 37 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...
Page 70 - HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher, From the earth thou springest, Like a cloud of fire; The blue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
Page 73 - Midst others of less note, came one frail Form. A phantom among men; companionless As the last cloud of an expiring storm Whose thunder is its knell...
Page 87 - A grief without a pang, void, dark, and drear, A stifled, drowsy, unimpassioned grief, Which finds no natural outlet, no relief, In word, or sigh, or tear O Lady!
Page 74 - Round whose rude shaft dark ivy-tresses grew Yet dripping with the forest's noonday dew, Vibrated, as the ever-beating heart Shook the weak hand that grasped it; of that crew He came the last, neglected and apart; A herd-abandoned deer struck by the hunter's dart.
Page 74 - A love in desolation masked— a Power Girt round with weakness — it can scarce uplift The weight of the superincumbent hour ; It is a dying lamp, a falling shower, A breaking billow ; — even whilst we speak Is it not broken ? On the withering flower The killing sun smiles brightly ; on a cheek The life can burn in blood, even while the heart may break.
Page 88 - To lift the smothering weight from off my breast? It were a vain endeavour, Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
Page 75 - The wind, the tempest roaring high, The tumult of a Tropic sky, Might well be dangerous food For him, a Youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of Heaven, And such impetuous blood.