Critical and Miscellaneous Writings of T. Noon TalfourdPhillips, Sampson, 1854 - 172 Seiten |
Im Buch
Ergebnisse 1-5 von 65
Seite 10
... fear along with that delight : it was like a pulse in the soul ! " The last scenes of this novel are We rejoice to know and feel that these delicious tales cannot perish . Since they were written , indeed , the national imagination has ...
... fear along with that delight : it was like a pulse in the soul ! " The last scenes of this novel are We rejoice to know and feel that these delicious tales cannot perish . Since they were written , indeed , the national imagination has ...
Seite 13
... fear- fully as if to secure it from fate , which are the peculiar blessings of a short and uncertain ex- istence . Was ever the robustness of life - the mantling of the strong current of joyous blood the high animation of health ...
... fear- fully as if to secure it from fate , which are the peculiar blessings of a short and uncertain ex- istence . Was ever the robustness of life - the mantling of the strong current of joyous blood the high animation of health ...
Seite 24
... fear ) have lain as dead . Then might he , ( believing her dead , ) touched with remorse , have honestly cut his own throat , by the good leave , and with the applause , of all the spectators ; who might thereupon have gone home with a ...
... fear ) have lain as dead . Then might he , ( believing her dead , ) touched with remorse , have honestly cut his own throat , by the good leave , and with the applause , of all the spectators ; who might thereupon have gone home with a ...
Seite 27
... fear that the sensibilities of their audience should be too strongly excited , without the alleviations of fancy or of grandeur , because their sorrows are unreal , turgid , and fantastic . Cato is a classical petrifaction . Its ...
... fear that the sensibilities of their audience should be too strongly excited , without the alleviations of fancy or of grandeur , because their sorrows are unreal , turgid , and fantastic . Cato is a classical petrifaction . Its ...
Seite 39
... fear of a critic's scorn , no desire of a critic's praise , influenced these consecrated wanderers . Nature alone was their model , their inspirer , and their guide . From her did they drink in the feeling , not only of permanence and ...
... fear of a critic's scorn , no desire of a critic's praise , influenced these consecrated wanderers . Nature alone was their model , their inspirer , and their guide . From her did they drink in the feeling , not only of permanence and ...
Andere Ausgaben - Alle anzeigen
Häufige Begriffe und Wortgruppen
admiration affections amidst Angelique appear Baxter beauty breathe character Christian church common court criticism death deep delight divine Don Francis duchess of Longueville earth EDINBURGH REVIEW Elgiva eloquence eternal excite exhibit exquisite faculties faith fancy favour fear feel friends genius gentle give glory grace habits heart heaven holy honour hope House of Commons human Iago imagination immortal inspired intellectual Jesuits justice king labours Lady Mary Shepherd language learned less living Lord Lord Byron Lord Eldon Lord Stowell Luther mankind ment mighty mind moral nature ness never noble object once Othello passion poet poetry Port-Royal praise racter regard rendered repose reverence Richard Baxter sacred scarcely scene seems sense Shakspeare sion solemn soul spirit strange sublime success sympathy things thought tion tragedy triumph truth virtue voice Wilberforce wisdom words writings Xavier youth
Beliebte Passagen
Seite 60 - 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, 80 That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Seite 60 - That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur; other gifts Have followed; for such loss, I would believe, Abundant recompense.
Seite 62 - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Seite 62 - The wind, the tempest roaring high, The tumult of a tropic sky, Might well be dangerous food For him, a Youth to whom was given So much of earth — so much of Heaven, And such impetuous blood.
Seite 61 - The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benedictions, not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest — Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast...
Seite 161 - Where joy for ever dwells ; 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.
Seite 62 - 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.
Seite 84 - They live no longer in the faith of reason! But still the heart doth need a language, still Doth the old instinct bring back the old names, And to yon starry world they now are gone, Spirits or gods, that used to share this earth With man as with their friend...
Seite 56 - The appearance, instantaneously disclosed, Was of a mighty city — boldly say A wilderness of building, sinking far And self-withdrawn into a wondrous depth, Far sinking into splendor — without end ! Fabric it seemed of diamond and of gold, With alabaster domes, and silver spires, And blazing terrace upon terrace, high Uplifted...
Seite 58 - ... whose sable roof Of boughs, as if for festal purpose, decked With unrejoicing berries, ghostly Shapes May meet at noontide; FEAR and trembling HOPE, SILENCE and FORESIGHT; DEATH, the Skeleton, And TIME, the Shadow; there to celebrate, As in a natural temple scattered o'er With altars undisturbed of mossy stone, United worship; or in mute repose To lie, and listen to the mountain flood Murmuring from Glaramara's inmost caves.