Modern Literature and Literary Men: Being a Second Gallery of Literary PortraitsAppleton, 1850 - 376 sidor |
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... give , on this head , any thing new . John Milton was born in Bread - street , London -- a street lying in what is called , technically , the City , under the shadow of St. Paul's - on the 9th of December , 1608. His father was a ...
... give , on this head , any thing new . John Milton was born in Bread - street , London -- a street lying in what is called , technically , the City , under the shadow of St. Paul's - on the 9th of December , 1608. His father was a ...
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... give his enemies sport , at the place of common execution , and that the most godlike head in the world did not roll off from the bloody block . But " man is immortal till his work be done . " We speak of accidents and possibilities ...
... give his enemies sport , at the place of common execution , and that the most godlike head in the world did not roll off from the bloody block . But " man is immortal till his work be done . " We speak of accidents and possibilities ...
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... give a factitious interest to very ordinary and commonplace thoughts . Half the merit of the classics them- selves springs from the difficulty we have in understanding them , and if we wish effectually to disguise nonsense , let us roll ...
... give a factitious interest to very ordinary and commonplace thoughts . Half the merit of the classics them- selves springs from the difficulty we have in understanding them , and if we wish effectually to disguise nonsense , let us roll ...
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... give to that port its pride , and to that wing its swiftness and that glory so terrible to those nostrils , snort- ing with hatred to God , and scorn to man - to buy , beg , or borrow a copy of Milton , and study the character of Satan ...
... give to that port its pride , and to that wing its swiftness and that glory so terrible to those nostrils , snort- ing with hatred to God , and scorn to man - to buy , beg , or borrow a copy of Milton , and study the character of Satan ...
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... gives us the idea rather of a beautiful , holy and guarded spot , than of a great space , forming a broad nuptial crown to the young world . In his Heaven , Milton finds still fuller field for the seri- ous as well as sportive exercise ...
... gives us the idea rather of a beautiful , holy and guarded spot , than of a great space , forming a broad nuptial crown to the young world . In his Heaven , Milton finds still fuller field for the seri- ous as well as sportive exercise ...
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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.