Critical and Miscellaneous Writings of T. Noon TalfourdCarey and Hart, 1842 - 354 стор. |
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... soul , and infuses into him the feelings which animate his own breast . We would recommend his writings to all who wish to obtain a mastery over the resources of our language , and to write in such a way as to make others feel that they ...
... soul , and infuses into him the feelings which animate his own breast . We would recommend his writings to all who wish to obtain a mastery over the resources of our language , and to write in such a way as to make others feel that they ...
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... soul will not be the worse for thinking too well of its kind , or believing that the highest excellence is within the reach of its exertions . But these things are not unreal ; they are shadows , indeed , in themselves 10 TALFOURD'S ...
... soul will not be the worse for thinking too well of its kind , or believing that the highest excellence is within the reach of its exertions . But these things are not unreal ; they are shadows , indeed , in themselves 10 TALFOURD'S ...
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... soul which feels them , is in a lovelier world . And when man describes high virtues , and instances of no- bleness , which rarely light on earth ; so sublime that they expand our imaginations beyond their former compass , yet so human ...
... soul which feels them , is in a lovelier world . And when man describes high virtues , and instances of no- bleness , which rarely light on earth ; so sublime that they expand our imaginations beyond their former compass , yet so human ...
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... soul a new and majestic image , inspired by virtue and by love , which raises and refines its conceptions . She has all the depth and intensity of the Italian character , with all the purity of an angel . She is at the same time one of ...
... soul a new and majestic image , inspired by virtue and by love , which raises and refines its conceptions . She has all the depth and intensity of the Italian character , with all the purity of an angel . She is at the same time one of ...
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... soul of goodness in things evil " better disclosed , than in the scruples and the disho- nesty of Black George , that tenderest of gamekeepers and truest of thieves ? Did ever health , good - humour , frank- heartedness , and animal ...
... soul of goodness in things evil " better disclosed , than in the scruples and the disho- nesty of Black George , that tenderest of gamekeepers and truest of thieves ? Did ever health , good - humour , frank- heartedness , and animal ...
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Critical and Miscellaneous Writings of T. Noon Talfourd ... Sir Thomas Noon Talfourd Повний перегляд - 1869 |
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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...