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... spirit never came from , and never returned to his Maker . " " " Prometheus Bound " is not the most artistic or ... spirits on the wrong side of Styx , or souls in their antenatal state , seemed to wait till men arose able to incarnate ...
... spirit never came from , and never returned to his Maker . " " " Prometheus Bound " is not the most artistic or ... spirits on the wrong side of Styx , or souls in their antenatal state , seemed to wait till men arose able to incarnate ...
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... spirit of Jephtha's only child ascends the ghastly look of the father at the sight , during the one moment which elapses , ere his hands dropped hastily over his face , supply to sorrow its natural veil - a moment unspeakably strange ...
... spirit of Jephtha's only child ascends the ghastly look of the father at the sight , during the one moment which elapses , ere his hands dropped hastily over his face , supply to sorrow its natural veil - a moment unspeakably strange ...
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... spirit as the Latin , still waiting for a first - rate tragedy on a was a daring task , and was competent subject which might have challenged the only to the genius , learning , taste , and powers of a Shakspere . piety of a Buchanan ...
... spirit as the Latin , still waiting for a first - rate tragedy on a was a daring task , and was competent subject which might have challenged the only to the genius , learning , taste , and powers of a Shakspere . piety of a Buchanan ...
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... spirit of subli- worthy translator of the highest and ho- mated partisanship , and all that force liest poetry , and an eloquent expounder and fervour of moral indignation , which of the principles of civil and religious mark the pages ...
... spirit of subli- worthy translator of the highest and ho- mated partisanship , and all that force liest poetry , and an eloquent expounder and fervour of moral indignation , which of the principles of civil and religious mark the pages ...
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... Spirit moving on the summit of an ant - hillock as well within their minds . Yet what in reality as on the brow of ... spirits do best when they know not what they do . The boy Tell was sense SHAKSPERE . 21.
... Spirit moving on the summit of an ant - hillock as well within their minds . Yet what in reality as on the brow of ... spirits do best when they know not what they do . The boy Tell was sense SHAKSPERE . 21.
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Page 159 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh ; The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.
Page 225 - Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows ; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides ; and tho...
Page 25 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Page 220 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter, and then cease ; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say " Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Page 104 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me ; my spirit's bark is driven Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given ; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven ! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar ; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Page 45 - O'er England's abbeys bends the sky, As on its friends, with kindred eye; For out of Thought's interior sphere These wonders rose to upper air; And Nature gladly gave them place, Adopted them into her race, And granted them an equal date With Andes and with Ararat.
Page 157 - THE skies they were ashen and sober, The leaves they were crisped and sere — The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year; It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir — It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
Page 137 - Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious Sun uprist: Then all averred I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist.
Page 250 - And there shall be signs in the sun and in the moon and in the stars, and upon the earth distress of nations with perplexity, the sea and the waves roaring, men's hearts failing them for fear and for looking after those things which are coming on the earth ; for the powers of heaven shall be shaken.
Page 217 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.