A Second Gallery of Literary PortraitsJ. Hogg, 1850 - 429 sidor |
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... Christians - made up in superstition what he wanted in faith - had a devout horror at beginning his poems , undertaking his journeys , or paring his nails on a Friday --and had he lived , would probably have ended , like his own Giaour ...
... Christians - made up in superstition what he wanted in faith - had a devout horror at beginning his poems , undertaking his journeys , or paring his nails on a Friday --and had he lived , would probably have ended , like his own Giaour ...
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... Christianity - they are so frequent , and so forced . It is upon this principle that we would defend Wordsworth from those who deny him the name of a sacred poet . True , all his poems are not hymns ; but his life has been a long hymn ...
... Christianity - they are so frequent , and so forced . It is upon this principle that we would defend Wordsworth from those who deny him the name of a sacred poet . True , all his poems are not hymns ; but his life has been a long hymn ...
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George Gilfillan. that spirit of Christianity , to which Cant , in fact , is the most formidable foe . To the mask of religion his motto is , spare no arrows ; but when the real , radiant , sorrowful , yet happy face appears , he too has ...
George Gilfillan. that spirit of Christianity , to which Cant , in fact , is the most formidable foe . To the mask of religion his motto is , spare no arrows ; but when the real , radiant , sorrowful , yet happy face appears , he too has ...
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... Christianity is subserved by him in more ways than one ; for , first , the names of great men devoted at once to letters and religion neutralise , and more than neutralise , those which are often produced and paraded on the other side ...
... Christianity is subserved by him in more ways than one ; for , first , the names of great men devoted at once to letters and religion neutralise , and more than neutralise , those which are often produced and paraded on the other side ...
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... Christianity . Such an one is Dr George Croly . He might have risen to distinction in any path he chose to pursue ; he has at- tained wide eminence as a literary man ; he has never lost sight of the higher aims of his own profession ...
... Christianity . Such an one is Dr George Croly . He might have risen to distinction in any path he chose to pursue ; he has at- tained wide eminence as a literary man ; he has never lost sight of the higher aims of his own profession ...
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admiration amid beautiful Bulwer burning Byron called calm Carlyle character Christianity Cobbett Coleridge Crabbe criticism dark death deep divine Dr Johnson dream earnest earth Edinburgh Review eloquent Emerson eternal Eugene Aram fancy feeling Festus fire Foster genius George Dawson gloom Goethe grandeur heart heaven hell human humour imagination intellect Isaac Taylor John Sterling language lectures Leigh Hunt less light literary living Lochnagar look Macaulay melancholy Milton mind misery moral nature never night Paradise Paradise Lost passion peculiar poems poet poetical poetry popular praise profound prophet prose racter religion Sartor Resartus seems sense shadow Shakspere Shelley silent sincere song sorrow soul speak spirit spring stand stars strong style sublime sweet sympathy tears thing Thomas Carlyle Thomas Macaulay thou thought tion true truth verse vision voice Voltaire William Cobbett wonder words Wordsworth writings
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Sida 225 - Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows ; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides ; and tho...
Sida 19 - 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 50 - And thus I saw the horses in the vision, and them that sat on them, having breastplates of fire, and of jacinth, and brimstone: and the heads of the horses were as the heads of lions : and out of their mouths issued fire and smoke and brimstone.
Sida 227 - And one : * He had not wholly quench'd his power; A little grain of conscience made him sour.' 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.
Sida 32 - Adam the goodliest man of men since born His sons, the fairest of her daughters Eve.
Sida 378 - Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant ! Let the dead Past bury its dead ! Act, — act in the living Present ! Heart within, and God o'erhead ! /!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 44 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love, Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow [Kneels.
Sida 20 - I took it for a faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colours of the rainbow live, And play i
Sida 282 - Will the unicorn be willing to serve thee, Or abide by thy crib? Canst thou bind the unicorn with his band in the furrow? Or will he harrow the valleys after thee?
Sida 96 - 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...