Critical and Miscellaneous Writings of T. Noon TalfourdCarey and Hart, 1842 - 354 стор. |
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... sometimes disclose spots of in- imitable beauty , often do but fantastically play over objects dreary and revolting . All in Mackenzie is calm , gentle , har- monious . No play of mistimed wit , no flourish of rhetoric , no train of ...
... sometimes disclose spots of in- imitable beauty , often do but fantastically play over objects dreary and revolting . All in Mackenzie is calm , gentle , har- monious . No play of mistimed wit , no flourish of rhetoric , no train of ...
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... sometimes erroneously supposed to resemble . The former sets before us mightiest realities in clear vision ; the latter embodies the phantoms of a feverish dream . The strength of Godwin is the pure energy of unsophisticated nature ...
... sometimes erroneously supposed to resemble . The former sets before us mightiest realities in clear vision ; the latter embodies the phantoms of a feverish dream . The strength of Godwin is the pure energy of unsophisticated nature ...
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... sometimes like " horrible shadows and unreal mockeries , " which seem to elude us because they are not of us . When we follow him closest , he introduces us into a region where all is unsatisfactory and unreal - the chaos of principles ...
... sometimes like " horrible shadows and unreal mockeries , " which seem to elude us because they are not of us . When we follow him closest , he introduces us into a region where all is unsatisfactory and unreal - the chaos of principles ...
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... sometimes di- rect it to its purest uses . But his sensibility is so much more quick and subtle , than his authority over his impressions is complete ; the flow of his words so much more copious and facile than the throng of images on ...
... sometimes di- rect it to its purest uses . But his sensibility is so much more quick and subtle , than his authority over his impressions is complete ; the flow of his words so much more copious and facile than the throng of images on ...
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... sometimes to nature at its most passionate or its sweetest - but they look as at a distance from us , as though between us and them there were some veil , or discolouring medium , to baffle and perplex us . Still the novel is a splendid ...
... sometimes to nature at its most passionate or its sweetest - but they look as at a distance from us , as though between us and them there were some veil , or discolouring medium , to baffle and perplex us . Still the novel is a splendid ...
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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...