Recreations of Christopher NorthBlackwood, 1857 |
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... feel all the measures of those ancient melodies , and give them all an expression at once simple and profound . People who said they did not care . about music , especially Scottish music , it was so monotonous and insipid , laid aside ...
... feel all the measures of those ancient melodies , and give them all an expression at once simple and profound . People who said they did not care . about music , especially Scottish music , it was so monotonous and insipid , laid aside ...
Sida 13
... feels its mortal nature , and shrinks as if about to be withered into nothing . Now the muttering thunder seems to have changed its place to some distant cloud - now , as if re- turning to blast those whom it had spared , waxes louder ...
... feels its mortal nature , and shrinks as if about to be withered into nothing . Now the muttering thunder seems to have changed its place to some distant cloud - now , as if re- turning to blast those whom it had spared , waxes louder ...
Sida 37
... , praise be to Heaven ! the sense of beauty is still strong within us - and methinks we could feel the beauty of this scene though our heart were broken . SACRED POETRY . CHAPTER I. We have often exposed the MAY - DAY . 37.
... , praise be to Heaven ! the sense of beauty is still strong within us - and methinks we could feel the beauty of this scene though our heart were broken . SACRED POETRY . CHAPTER I. We have often exposed the MAY - DAY . 37.
Sida 41
... feeling , animate all his strains ; and though he dare not to describe Him the Ineffable , he cannot prevent his poetry from being beautifully coloured by devotion , tinged by piety - in its ... feel that it need not SACRED POETRY . 41.
... feeling , animate all his strains ; and though he dare not to describe Him the Ineffable , he cannot prevent his poetry from being beautifully coloured by devotion , tinged by piety - in its ... feel that it need not SACRED POETRY . 41.
Sida 42
... feel ourselves drawn near to God , when there is no such awful speechlessness laid upon us - but when , on the contrary , our tongues are loosened , and the heart that burns within will speak ? Will speak , perhaps , in song - in the ...
... feel ourselves drawn near to God , when there is no such awful speechlessness laid upon us - but when , on the contrary , our tongues are loosened , and the heart that burns within will speak ? Will speak , perhaps , in song - in the ...
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Sida 306 - The tear forgot as soon as shed, The sunshine of the breast: Theirs buxom health, of rosy hue, Wild wit, invention ever new, And lively cheer, of vigour born, The thoughtless day, the easy night, The spirits pure, the slumbers light That fly th
Sida 81 - These are they which were not defiled with women; for they are virgins; these are they which follow the Lamb whithersoever he goeth. These were redeemed from among men, being the first-fruits unto God and to the Lamb.
Sida 356 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
Sida 80 - Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale, Yet will I fear none ill ; For thou art with me ; and thy rod And staff me comfort still.
Sida 54 - In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth, and, with low-thoughted care.
Sida 293 - Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault, The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Sida 43 - The essence of poetry is invention ; such invention as, by producing something unexpected, surprises and delights. The topics of devotion are few, and being few are universally known ; but few as they are, they can be made no more ; they can receive no grace from novelty of sentiment, and very little from novelty of expression.
Sida 277 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry.
Sida 101 - Full fain it would delay me! My dear babe, Who, capable of no articulate sound, Mars all things with his imitative lisp, How he would place his hand beside his ear, His little hand, the small forefinger up, And bid us listen!
Sida 48 - Lastly, whatsoever in religion is holy and sublime, in virtue amiable or grave, whatsoever hath passion or admiration in all the changes of that which is called fortune from without, or the wily subtleties and refluxes of man's thoughts from within ; all these things with a solid and treatable smoothness to paint out and describe.