 Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's immensity ; Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage, thou Eye among the blind, That, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for ever by the eternal mind, — Mighty Prophet...  Favourite English poems and poets - Page 552by English poems - 1870 - 672 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Henry Nelson Coleridge - Aesthetics - 1847 - 380 pages
...ii.,20 where, speaking of a child, " a six years' Darling of a pigmy size," he thus addresses him : " Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage,...thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by ! " Now here, not to stop at the daring spirit of metaphor... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Henry Nelson Coleridge - Aesthetics - 1847 - 462 pages
...heritage, thou_Eye among the blind, '1 hat, deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted for everEy the Eternal Mind, — Mighty Prophet ! Seer blest...thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by !" Now here, not to stop at the daring spirit of metaphor... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - Criticism - 1848 - 378 pages
...ii.,80 where, speaking of a child, " a six years' Darling of a pigmy size," he thus addresses him : " Thou best Philosopher, who yet dost keep Thy heritage,...thy Immortality Broods like the Day, a Master o'er a Slave, A Presence which is not to be put by ! " Now here, not to stop at the daring spirit of metaphor... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - American poetry - 1849 - 578 pages
...time his " humorous stage" With all the persons, down to palsied age, That life brings with her hi her equipage ; As if his whole vocation Were endless...deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep. Haunted forever by the eternal mind ; — Mighty prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which... | |
 | Henry Mandeville - Readers - 1851 - 396 pages
...life, Shaped by himself with newly-learned art! A wedding or a festival; A mourning or a funeral; 1 And this hath now his heart; And unto this he frames...rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find, 2 In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave ; Thou, over whom thy immortality 3 And custom lie upon... | |
 | William Wordsworth - English poetry - 1851 - 750 pages
...Age, That Life brings with her in her equipage; As if his whole vocation Were endless imitation. & Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy Soul's...Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which we arc toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave ; Thou, over whom thy... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - English poetry - 1852 - 438 pages
...equipage ; As if his whole vocation Were endless imitation. Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie That , deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep,...rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave ; Thou, over whom thy immortality Broods like the day,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - Religious poetry, American - 1853 - 604 pages
...fragment from his dream of human life, Shaped by himself with newly learned art : A wedding or a festival, And this hath now his heart, And unto this he frames...deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted forever by the eternal mind ; — Mighty prophet ! Seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which... | |
 | Anna U. Russell - Elocution - 1853 - 580 pages
...festival, A mourning or a funeral ; And this hath now his heart ; Then will he fit his tongue To dialogue of business, love, or strife ; But it will not be...deaf and silent, read'st the eternal deep, Haunted forever by the eternal mind, — Mighty prophet ! seer blest ! On whom those truths do rest, Which... | |
 | H. C. Foster - English poetry - 1853 - 378 pages
...his way attended ; At length the man perceives it die away, And fade into the light of common day. Thou, whose exterior semblance doth belie Thy soul's...rest, Which we are toiling all our lives to find, In darkness lost, the darkness of the grave; Thou, over whom thy immortality Broods like the day, a... | |
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