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... human teachers . Scenes of the Lowland border song and minstrelsy , are spread in grandeur round him ! Yonder stands the chivalric seat of an ancient family , famous in the story of Southron spoil ; - beyond , across the winding Tweed ...
... human teachers . Scenes of the Lowland border song and minstrelsy , are spread in grandeur round him ! Yonder stands the chivalric seat of an ancient family , famous in the story of Southron spoil ; - beyond , across the winding Tweed ...
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... human character in its nicest shades , is the bard's chief excellence , all allow . While the general voice styles him the mirror where nature may behold herself reflected , to examine the foundation for this title is of inestimable ...
... human character in its nicest shades , is the bard's chief excellence , all allow . While the general voice styles him the mirror where nature may behold herself reflected , to examine the foundation for this title is of inestimable ...
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... humanity from his flinty bosom , and in an instant , all was cold and dark . While Shakspeare has thus accurately portrayed the man , whose affections never left the bounds of his own soul , we have too high opinions of humanity to ...
... humanity from his flinty bosom , and in an instant , all was cold and dark . While Shakspeare has thus accurately portrayed the man , whose affections never left the bounds of his own soul , we have too high opinions of humanity to ...
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... human , but we shall never find one , bearing the shape of man , without an heart diffusing living liquid through the frame . So it is with the soul . Like the fabled Centaur , or Satan's daughter , " Who seemed woman to the waist , and ...
... human , but we shall never find one , bearing the shape of man , without an heart diffusing living liquid through the frame . So it is with the soul . Like the fabled Centaur , or Satan's daughter , " Who seemed woman to the waist , and ...
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... human heart retained one chord , unbroken by the fall , which would vibrate in joy at the overthrow of villainy . Had he add- ed foolishness to guilt , ignorance would have been pitied , and crime forgotten . Had Shylock loved a fellow ...
... human heart retained one chord , unbroken by the fall , which would vibrate in joy at the overthrow of villainy . Had he add- ed foolishness to guilt , ignorance would have been pitied , and crime forgotten . Had Shylock loved a fellow ...
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Seite 356 - THE BODY of BENJAMIN FRANKLIN, Printer, (like the cover of an old book, its contents torn out, and stript of its lettering and gilding) lies here food for worms ; yet the work itself shall not be lost, for it will (as he believed) appear once more in a new and more beautiful edition, corrected and amended by THE AUTHOR.
Seite 172 - So farewell hope, and with hope farewell fear, Farewell remorse : all good to me is lost ; Evil, be thou my good : by thee at least Divided empire with heaven's King I hold, By thee, and more than half perhaps will reign ; As man ere long and this new world shall know.
Seite 172 - Me miserable ! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair? Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threatening to devour me opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.
Seite 323 - I cannot eat but little meat, My stomach is not good ; But sure I think, that I can drink With him that wears a hood...
Seite 172 - Hail horrors, hail Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell Receive thy new possessor; one who brings A mind not to be changed by place or time. The mind is its own place, and in itself Can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven.
Seite 49 - Needs must thou prove a name most dear and holy To me, a son, a brother, and a friend, A husband, and a father! who revere All bonds of natural love, and find them all Within the limits of thy rocky shores.
Seite 46 - Come back into memory, like as thou wert in the dayspring of thy fancies, with hope like a fiery column before thee — the dark pillar not yet turned — Samuel Taylor Coleridge — Logician, Metaphysician, Bard ! — How have I seen the casual passer through the Cloisters stand still, entranced with admiration (while he weighed the disproportion between the speech and the garb of the young Mirandula) to hear thee unfold, in thy deep and sweet intonations, the mysteries of...
Seite 340 - The ancient prince of hell Hath risen with purpose fell ; Strong mail of craft and power He weareth in this hour, On earth is not his fellow.
Seite 294 - O, how this spring of love resembleth The uncertain glory of an April day ; Which now shows all the beauty of the sun, And by and by a cloud takes all away ! Re-enter PANTHINO.
Seite 139 - CALL it not vain ¡—they do not err, Who say, that when the Poet dies, Mute Nature mourns her worshipper, And celebrates his obsequies : Who say, tall cliff, and cavern lone, For the departed Bard make moan ; That mountains weep in crystal rill ; That flowers in tears of balm distil ; Through his loved groves that breezes sigh, And oaks, in deeper groan, reply; And rivers teach their rushing wave To murmur dirges round his grave.