The Modern British Essayists: Talfourd, T.N. Critical and miscellaneous writings. Stephen, James. Critical and miscellaneous essaysA. Hart, 1852 |
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... true , not only of the divine enthusiasm of Flora Mac Ivor of the sweet heroism of Jeannie Deans - of the angelic tenderness and fortitude of Rebecca , but of the puritanic severities and awful zeal of Balfour of Burley , and the yet ...
... true , not only of the divine enthusiasm of Flora Mac Ivor of the sweet heroism of Jeannie Deans - of the angelic tenderness and fortitude of Rebecca , but of the puritanic severities and awful zeal of Balfour of Burley , and the yet ...
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... true poeti- cal genius - much of that which softens , re- fines , and elevates humanity in the works of this author - may be inferred from our remarks on his power of imbodying human character . The gleams of a soft and delicate fancy ...
... true poeti- cal genius - much of that which softens , re- fines , and elevates humanity in the works of this author - may be inferred from our remarks on his power of imbodying human character . The gleams of a soft and delicate fancy ...
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... true one ! When we first read it , it seemed as though it had itself the power of alchemy to steal into our veins , and render us capable of resisting death and age . For a short - too short ! a space , all time seemed open to our ...
... true one ! When we first read it , it seemed as though it had itself the power of alchemy to steal into our veins , and render us capable of resisting death and age . For a short - too short ! a space , all time seemed open to our ...
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... True imagination is , indeed , the deep eye of the profoundest wisdom . It is opposed to reason , not in its results , but in its process ; it does not demonstrate truth only because it sees it . There are vast and eternal realities in ...
... True imagination is , indeed , the deep eye of the profoundest wisdom . It is opposed to reason , not in its results , but in its process ; it does not demonstrate truth only because it sees it . There are vast and eternal realities in ...
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... true to make fiend , in mortal paradise of such sweet " song . us feel what they would be and lament what We do not , however despair even yet of the they are . Eva , Zaira , the manaic mother , and regeneration of our author's taste ...
... true to make fiend , in mortal paradise of such sweet " song . us feel what they would be and lament what We do not , however despair even yet of the they are . Eva , Zaira , the manaic mother , and regeneration of our author's taste ...
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 155 - Almighty hath not built Here for his envy, will not drive us hence: Here we may reign secure, and, in my choice, To reign is worth ambition, though in hell: Better to reign in hell, than serve in heaven.
Seite 54 - 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 56 - Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Seite 55 - 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.
Seite 154 - A forest huge of spears; and thronging helms Appear'd, and serried shields, in thick array, Of depth immeasurable. Anon they move In perfect phalanx, to the Dorian mood Of flutes and soft recorders; such as raised To height of noblest temper heroes old, Arming to battle; and, instead of rage, Deliberate valour breathed, firm, and unmoved With dread of death, to flight or foul retreat...
Seite 154 - He scarce had ceased, when the superior fiend Was moving toward the shore: his ponderous shield, Ethereal temper, massy, large, and round, Behind him cast; the broad circumference Hung on his shoulders like the moon, whose orb Through optic glass the Tuscan artist views, At evening, from the top of Fesole, Or in Valdarno, to descry new lands, Rivers, or mountains, in her spotty globe.
Seite 57 - Ah why,' said Ellen, sighing to herself, ' Why do not words, and kiss, and solemn pledge ; ' And nature that is kind in woman's breast, ' And reason that in man is wise and good, ' And fear of him who is a righteous judge ; ' Why do not these prevail for human life, ' To keep two hearts together, that began ' Their spring-time with one love, and that have need ' Of mutual pity and forgiveness, sweet ' To grant, or be received; while that poor bird...
Seite 54 - 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. 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 55 - 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...
Seite 51 - Maimed, mangled by inhuman men; Or thou upon a desert thrown Inheritest the lion's den; Or hast been summoned to the deep, Thou, thou and all thy mates, to keep An incommunicable sleep.