Critical and Miscellaneous Writings of T. Noon TalfourdCarey and Hart, 1842 - 354 стор. |
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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 imme- diately 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 imme- diately to shine on our path . It is holy and ...
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... common ways of this " bright and breathing world . " We travel on the high road of humanity , yet meet in it pleasanter companions , and catch more delicious snatches of refreshment than ever we can hope elsewhere to enjoy . The mock ...
... common ways of this " bright and breathing world . " We travel on the high road of humanity , yet meet in it pleasanter companions , and catch more delicious snatches of refreshment than ever we can hope elsewhere to enjoy . The mock ...
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... common , and of sorrows participated in childhood . We The purely sentimental style in which the tales of Macken- zie are written , though deeply felt by the people , has seldom met with due appreciation from the critics . It has its ...
... common , and of sorrows participated in childhood . We The purely sentimental style in which the tales of Macken- zie are written , though deeply felt by the people , has seldom met with due appreciation from the critics . It has its ...
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... common to all who are " made of one blood , " and partake in one primal sympathy . The holiest feelings , after all , are those which would be the most common if gross selfishness and low ambition froze not " the genial current of the ...
... common to all who are " made of one blood , " and partake in one primal sympathy . The holiest feelings , after all , are those which would be the most common if gross selfishness and low ambition froze not " the genial current of the ...
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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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Сторінка 121 - Hence, in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea, Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Сторінка 118 - 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, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Сторінка 122 - 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.
Сторінка 121 - I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when 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.
Сторінка 120 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised...
Сторінка 118 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth ; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Not harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts ; a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the round ocean and the living air, And the blue sky, and in the mind of man...
Сторінка 182 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of reason.
Сторінка 79 - 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...
Сторінка 104 - The appearance, instantaneously disclosed, Was of a mighty city, boldly say A wilderness of building, sinking far And self-withdrawn into a boundless depth, Far sinking into splendour — without end! Fabric it seemed of diamond and of gold, With alabaster domes, and silver spires, And blazing terrace upon terrace, high Uplifted; here, serene pavilions bright...
Сторінка 121 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing...