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... common day , " which mere vulgar experience in the course of the world diffuses . But , in truth , that radiance is not merely of the fancy , nor are its influences lost when it ceases immediately to shine on our path . It is holy and ...
... common day , " which mere vulgar experience in the course of the world diffuses . But , in truth , that radiance is not merely of the fancy , nor are its influences lost when it ceases immediately to shine on our path . It is holy and ...
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... common ways of this " bright and Lovelace , with entangling sophistries , and ab- breathing world . " We travel on the high struse pleas against her adversary virtue , road of humanity , yet meet in it pleasanter which Sedley , Villiers ...
... common ways of this " bright and Lovelace , with entangling sophistries , and ab- breathing world . " We travel on the high struse pleas against her adversary virtue , road of humanity , yet meet in it pleasanter which Sedley , Villiers ...
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... common , and of sorrows participated in childhood . The purely sentimental style in which the tales of Mackenzie are written , though deeply felt by the people , has seldom met with due appreciation from the critics . It has its own ...
... common , and of sorrows participated in childhood . The purely sentimental style in which the tales of Mackenzie are written , though deeply felt by the people , has seldom met with due appreciation from the critics . It has its own ...
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... common censure . But no things can be more opposite than the paradoxes of the inferior order of German sentimentalists and the works of a writer like Mackenzie . Real sentiment is the truest , the most genuine , and the most lasting ...
... common censure . But no things can be more opposite than the paradoxes of the inferior order of German sentimentalists and the works of a writer like Mackenzie . Real sentiment is the truest , the most genuine , and the most lasting ...
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... common day . " In his poetry the hills and streams appear , not as they are seen by vulgar eyes , but as the poet himself , in the holiness of his imagination , has arrayed them . They are peopled not with the shapes of old superstition ...
... common day . " In his poetry the hills and streams appear , not as they are seen by vulgar eyes , but as the poet himself , in the holiness of his imagination , has arrayed them . They are peopled not with the shapes of old superstition ...
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Page 60 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, 80 That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Page 60 - That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur; other gifts Have followed; for such loss, I would believe, Abundant recompense.
Page 62 - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Page 62 - 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.
Page 61 - The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benedictions, not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest — Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast...
Page 161 - Where joy for ever dwells ; hail horrors, hail Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell Receive thy new possessor ; one who brings A mind not to be changed by place, or time.
Page 62 - The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Page 84 - They live no longer in the faith of reason! But still the heart doth need a language, still Doth the old instinct bring back the old names, And to yon starry world they now are gone, Spirits or gods, that used to share this earth With man as with their friend...
Page 56 - The appearance, instantaneously disclosed, Was of a mighty city — boldly say A wilderness of building, sinking far And self-withdrawn into a wondrous depth, Far sinking into splendor — without end ! Fabric it seemed of diamond and of gold, With alabaster domes, and silver spires, And blazing terrace upon terrace, high Uplifted...
Page 58 - ... whose sable roof Of boughs, as if for festal purpose, decked With unrejoicing berries, ghostly Shapes May meet at noontide; FEAR and trembling HOPE, SILENCE and FORESIGHT; DEATH, the Skeleton, And TIME, the Shadow; there to celebrate, As in a natural temple scattered o'er With altars undisturbed of mossy stone, United worship; or in mute repose To lie, and listen to the mountain flood Murmuring from Glaramara's inmost caves.