The Passionate Pilgrim: Or Eros and AnterosChapman and Hall, 1858 - 246 Seiten |
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... passed into the mind , or whatever it may be , which is the silent and sequestered centre of our individuality . A thousand per- plexed thoughts on human life , thoughts not novel , but the oldest of the old , and so gifted with ...
... passed into the mind , or whatever it may be , which is the silent and sequestered centre of our individuality . A thousand per- plexed thoughts on human life , thoughts not novel , but the oldest of the old , and so gifted with ...
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... passed ) from a college success , to be welcomed at school with the honours set apart on such conjunctures for schoolboys . There was the feast at the Master's house , the congratulation of the seniors , the welcome from those already ...
... passed ) from a college success , to be welcomed at school with the honours set apart on such conjunctures for schoolboys . There was the feast at the Master's house , the congratulation of the seniors , the welcome from those already ...
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... , Aegaean and Adriatic , these men counted amongst the golden hours , the choice circumstances of life - but God had blessed me with loftier privileges in an English nursery . XII Thus the period of my school - life passed 15.
... , Aegaean and Adriatic , these men counted amongst the golden hours , the choice circumstances of life - but God had blessed me with loftier privileges in an English nursery . XII Thus the period of my school - life passed 15.
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... passed away : amidst the fitful earnestness of boyish study , with its hours of laborious despair and trances of the first delight in Beauty and Greatness : amidst the emulous animation of boyish games , the weeks of happiness by ...
... passed away : amidst the fitful earnestness of boyish study , with its hours of laborious despair and trances of the first delight in Beauty and Greatness : amidst the emulous animation of boyish games , the weeks of happiness by ...
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... passing summer . But this impression was partial and imaginative : a foretaste , a dim earnest , or at most a gleam ' like the flashing of a ' shield ' , whilst the human form that bore it was hidden . From the fragments in which , by a ...
... passing summer . But this impression was partial and imaginative : a foretaste , a dim earnest , or at most a gleam ' like the flashing of a ' shield ' , whilst the human form that bore it was hidden . From the fragments in which , by a ...
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Seite 68 - 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.
Seite 14 - We were, fair queen, Two lads that thought there was no more behind, But such a day to-morrow as to-day, And to be boy eternal. Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o' the two ? Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs that did frisk i' the sun And bleat the one at the other.
Seite 94 - Tired with all these for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimmed in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly (doctor-like) controlling skill, And simple truth miscalled simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill.
Seite 87 - Like a Poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not...
Seite 94 - And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly, doctor-like, controlling skill, And simple truth miscalled simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill: Tired with all these, from these would I be gone, Save that to die I leave my love alone.
Seite 160 - ... earliest of the year; And the wild cypress wave in tender gloom: And oft by yon blue gushing stream Shall Sorrow lean her drooping head, And feed deep thought with many a dream, And lingering pause and lightly tread: Fond wretch! as if her step disturb'd the dead!
Seite 56 - He will fulfil the desire of them that fear him: He also will hear their cry, and will save them.
Seite 137 - Solomon. Prosperity is not without many fears and distastes ; and Adversity is not without comforts and hopes. We see in needleworks and embroideries it is more pleasing to have a lively work upon a sad and solemn ground than to have a dark and melancholy work upon a lightsome ground : judge therefore of the pleasure of the heart by the pleasure of the eye. Certainly virtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when they are incensed or crushed ; for Prosperity doth best discover vice, but Adversity...
Seite 186 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Seite 201 - In truth, the great Elements we know of, are no mean comforters : the open sky sits upon our senses like a sapphire crown — the Air is our robe of state — the Earth is our throne, and the Sea a mighty minstrel playing before it — able, like David's harp, to make such a one as you forget almost the tempest cares of life.