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... true , not only of the divine enthusiasm of Flora Mac Ivor of the sweet heroism of Jeannie Deans - of the angelic tenderness and fortitude of Rebecca , but of the puritanic severities and awful zeal of Balfour of Burley , and the yet ...
... true , not only of the divine enthusiasm of Flora Mac Ivor of the sweet heroism of Jeannie Deans - of the angelic tenderness and fortitude of Rebecca , but of the puritanic severities and awful zeal of Balfour of Burley , and the yet ...
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... true poeti- cal genius - much of that which softens , re- fines , and elevates humanity in the works of this author - may be inferred from our remarks on his power of imbodying human character . The gleams of a soft and delicate fancy ...
... true poeti- cal genius - much of that which softens , re- fines , and elevates humanity in the works of this author - may be inferred from our remarks on his power of imbodying human character . The gleams of a soft and delicate fancy ...
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... true , which is ever of more value than hatred or contempt for the evil ! spectacle , and where the least beating of the heart is audible in the depth of the stillness . His works endow the abstractions of life with more of real ...
... true , which is ever of more value than hatred or contempt for the evil ! spectacle , and where the least beating of the heart is audible in the depth of the stillness . His works endow the abstractions of life with more of real ...
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... true one ! When we first read it , it seemed as though it had itself the power of alchemy to steal into our veins , and render us capable of resisting death and age . For a short - too short ! a space , all time seemed open to our ...
... true one ! When we first read it , it seemed as though it had itself the power of alchemy to steal into our veins , and render us capable of resisting death and age . For a short - too short ! a space , all time seemed open to our ...
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... True imagination is , indeed , the deep eye of the profoundest wisdom . It is opposed to reason , not in its results , but in its process ; it does not demonstrate truth only because it sees it . There are vast and eternal realities in ...
... True imagination is , indeed , the deep eye of the profoundest wisdom . It is opposed to reason , not in its results , but in its process ; it does not demonstrate truth only because it sees it . There are vast and eternal realities in ...
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Page 54 - For nature then (The coarser pleasures of my boyish days, And their glad animal movements all gone by) To me was all in all. — I cannot paint 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...
Page 56 - I tripped lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet ; 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 56 - 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 155 - Is this the region, this the soil, the clime," Said then the lost Archangel, " this the seat That we must change for Heaven? — this mournful gloom For that celestial light ? Be...
Page 56 - Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind ; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be ; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering ; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Page 46 - Still roll ; where all the aspects of misery Predominate; whose strong effects are such As he must bear, being powerless to redress; And that unless above himself he can Erect himself, how poor a thing is man...
Page 153 - Evil into the mind of God or man May come and go, so unapproved, and leave No spot or blame behind...
Page 154 - He scarce had ceased, when the superior fiend Was moving toward the shore: his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast; the broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views, At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
Page 56 - THREE years she grew in sun and shower; Then Nature said, "A lovelier flower On earth was never sown ; This Child I to myself will take; She shall be mine, and I will make A Lady of my own. "Myself will to my darling be Both law and impulse : and with me The Girl, in rock and plain, In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, Shall feel an overseeing power To kindle or restrain.
Page 12 - 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, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye.