Autobiography, criticism, and indexA. and C. Black, 1883 |
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... feeling which prompts to the collection of autographs is a natural and rational one . But complete , or even extensive collections , are beyond the reach of those who themselves do not dabble in the waters of literature . The writer of ...
... feeling which prompts to the collection of autographs is a natural and rational one . But complete , or even extensive collections , are beyond the reach of those who themselves do not dabble in the waters of literature . The writer of ...
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... feel respecting it is , that it is an eulogy as well written as it is an insult well intended . Now of all the friends of the fair author , we doubt whether one exists , with more profound - with more enthusiastic reverence and ...
... feel respecting it is , that it is an eulogy as well written as it is an insult well intended . Now of all the friends of the fair author , we doubt whether one exists , with more profound - with more enthusiastic reverence and ...
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... feel disposed to weep outright , when they hear of such things as " Hope withdrawing her peradventure " — " spirits dealing in pathos of antithesis " - " angels in antagonism to God and his reflex beatitudes songs of glories ruffling ...
... feel disposed to weep outright , when they hear of such things as " Hope withdrawing her peradventure " — " spirits dealing in pathos of antithesis " - " angels in antagonism to God and his reflex beatitudes songs of glories ruffling ...
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... feel the impotence of the pen . We have already said that the supreme excel- lence of the poetess whose works we review is made up of the multitudinous sums of a world of lofty merits . It is the multiplicity - it is the aggregation ...
... feel the impotence of the pen . We have already said that the supreme excel- lence of the poetess whose works we review is made up of the multitudinous sums of a world of lofty merits . It is the multiplicity - it is the aggregation ...
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... feel that this cold metallic motion Is not all the life God fashions or reveals- Let them prove their inward souls against the notion That they live in you , or under you , O wheels ! " Or , still again , we might give a passage ...
... feel that this cold metallic motion Is not all the life God fashions or reveals- Let them prove their inward souls against the notion That they live in you , or under you , O wheels ! " Or , still again , we might give a passage ...
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Sida 505 - But the cormorant and the bittern shall possess it ; the owl also and the raven shall dwell in it: and he shall stretch out upon it the line of confusion and the stones of emptiness.
Sida 441 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Sida 211 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Sida 308 - There comes Poe, with his raven, like Barnaby Rudge, Three fifths of him genius and two fifths sheer fudge, Who talks like a book of iambs and pentameters, In a way to make people of common sense damn metres, Who has written some things quite the best of their kind, But the heart somehow seems all squeezed out by the mind, Who — But hey-day!
Sida 237 - Wretches! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride, And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her that she died!
Sida 237 - And star-dials pointed to morn, As the star-dials hinted of morn, At the end of our path a liquescent And nebulous lustre was born, Out of which a miraculous crescent Arose with a duplicate horn, Astarte's bediamonded crescent Distinct with its duplicate horn.
Sida 494 - Twould stay, and run again, and stay. For it was nimbler much than hinds; And trod, as on the four winds. I have a garden of my own, But so with roses overgrown, And lilies, that you would it guess To be a little wilderness. And all the springtime of the year It only loved to be there.
Sida 441 - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise.
Sida 499 - In that day shall Israel be the third with Egypt and with Assyria, even a blessing in the midst of the land : whom the Lord of Hosts shall bless, saying, " Blessed be Egypt my people, and Assyria the work of my hands, and Israel mine inheritance.
Sida 417 - Twixt Want and Scorn she walk'd forlorn, And nothing could avail. No mercy now can clear her brow For this world's peace to pray ; For, as love's wild prayer dissolved in air, Her woman's heart gave way ! — But the sin forgiven by Christ in Heaven By man is cursed alway...