Critical and Miscellaneous Writings of T. Noon TalfourdPhillips, Sampson, 1854 - 172 Seiten |
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... seems to have been chilled by the manners of the Norman conquerors . The domestic contests for the disputed throne , with their intrigues , battles , and executions , have none of that rich , poetical interest , which attended the ...
... seems to have been chilled by the manners of the Norman conquerors . The domestic contests for the disputed throne , with their intrigues , battles , and executions , have none of that rich , poetical interest , which attended the ...
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... seem to water them with our tears ! The exceeding vividness of all the descriptions are more delightful when com- bined with the loneliness and distance of the Smollet seems to have had more touch of scene " placed far amid the ...
... seem to water them with our tears ! The exceeding vividness of all the descriptions are more delightful when com- bined with the loneliness and distance of the Smollet seems to have had more touch of scene " placed far amid the ...
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... seems shut out , and we breathe only in an en- chanted region , where lover's lutes tremble over placid waters , mouldering castles rise conscious of deeds of blood , and the sad voices of the past echo through deep vaults and lonely ...
... seems shut out , and we breathe only in an en- chanted region , where lover's lutes tremble over placid waters , mouldering castles rise conscious of deeds of blood , and the sad voices of the past echo through deep vaults and lonely ...
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... is too mean and uninteresting thus to appear both as the hero and the chorus . When a story is thus continued from a mother to a daughter , it seems to have no legitimate of the terrific alleviated by so much of the pitiful 2 MACKENZIE .
... is too mean and uninteresting thus to appear both as the hero and the chorus . When a story is thus continued from a mother to a daughter , it seems to have no legitimate of the terrific alleviated by so much of the pitiful 2 MACKENZIE .
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... seems to have been a kindly instructor , nurturing high thoughts within them , and well supplying to them all the ... seem bound each to each by " natural piety , " which he has learned among them . That we think there is much of true ...
... seems to have been a kindly instructor , nurturing high thoughts within them , and well supplying to them all the ... seem bound each to each by " natural piety , " which he has learned among them . That we think there is much of true ...
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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.