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... entirely that the age becomes almost identified with them . Milton was intensely the man of his time ; and , although he shot far be- fore it , it was simply because he more fully felt and under- stood what its tendencies really were ...
... entirely that the age becomes almost identified with them . Milton was intensely the man of his time ; and , although he shot far be- fore it , it was simply because he more fully felt and under- stood what its tendencies really were ...
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... - mills for giants . Burns , in one of his letters , expresses a resolve to buy a pocket - copy of Milton , and study that noble character , Satan . We cannot join in this opinion entirely , although very JOHN MILTON . 31.
... - mills for giants . Burns , in one of his letters , expresses a resolve to buy a pocket - copy of Milton , and study that noble character , Satan . We cannot join in this opinion entirely , although very JOHN MILTON . 31.
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... entirely , although very charac- teristic of the author of the " Address to the De'il ; " but we would advise our readers , if they wish to see the loftiest genius passing into the highest art - if they wish to see com- bined in one ...
... entirely , although very charac- teristic of the author of the " Address to the De'il ; " but we would advise our readers , if they wish to see the loftiest genius passing into the highest art - if they wish to see com- bined in one ...
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... entirely unsullied . Although no anchorite , he was temperate to a degree , saying with John Elliot , " Wine is a noble , generous liquor , and we should be thankful for it , but water was made before it . " Rapid in his meals , he was ...
... entirely unsullied . Although no anchorite , he was temperate to a degree , saying with John Elliot , " Wine is a noble , generous liquor , and we should be thankful for it , but water was made before it . " Rapid in his meals , he was ...
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... entirely an artistic delight - perhaps , indeed , springing from the very strength and width of his sympathies . We admire as well as wonder at that almost asbestos quality of his mind , through which he retains his composure and ...
... entirely an artistic delight - perhaps , indeed , springing from the very strength and width of his sympathies . We admire as well as wonder at that almost asbestos quality of his mind , through which he retains his composure and ...
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Sida 279 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh ; The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.
Sida 260 - The many men so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I.
Sida 24 - Typhon huge ending in snaky twine : Our Babe, to show His Godhead true, Can in His swaddling bands control the damned crew.
Sida 24 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Sida 338 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter, and then cease ; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say " Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Sida 248 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me, — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe — into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak ; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
Sida 29 - Parthenon As the best gem upon her zone ; And Morning opes with haste her lids To gaze upon the Pyramids ; O'er England's Abbeys bends the sky As on its friends with kindred eye ; For, out of Thought's interior sphere These wonders rose to upper air, And nature gladly gave them place, Adopted them into her race, And granted them an equal date With Andes and with Ararat.
Sida 332 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Sida 91 - Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it...
Sida 204 - At last I heard a voice upon the slope Cry to the summit, ' Is there any hope ? ' To which an answer peal'd from that high land, But in a tongue no man could understand ; And on the glimmering limit far withdrawn God made Himself an awful rose of dawn.