A Second Gallery of Literary PortraitsJ. Hogg, 1850 - 429 sidor |
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... genius , and eloquence . We propose to refresh ourselves and others , by simply jotting down a few particulars of the poet's career , without pro- fessing to give , on this head , anything new . John Milton was born in Bread Street ...
... genius , and eloquence . We propose to refresh ourselves and others , by simply jotting down a few particulars of the poet's career , without pro- fessing to give , on this head , anything new . John Milton was born in Bread Street ...
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... genius , and on which that genius fed , free and unbounded , as a fire feeds on a mighty forest . There , probably , much time was spent in the contemplation of natural scenery , and in the exercises of devotion ; and there he composed ...
... genius , and on which that genius fed , free and unbounded , as a fire feeds on a mighty forest . There , probably , much time was spent in the contemplation of natural scenery , and in the exercises of devotion ; and there he composed ...
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... genius , so highly cultured , yet still so fresh and young , in his old experience , he did not venture to put his hand to the task till , with strong crying and tears , he had asked the inspi- ration and guidance of a higher power ...
... genius , so highly cultured , yet still so fresh and young , in his old experience , he did not venture to put his hand to the task till , with strong crying and tears , he had asked the inspi- ration and guidance of a higher power ...
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... genius in it ; but it wont sell , we fear - far too long too many learned words in it odd episode that on sin and death . If you could rub it down into a tragedy , and secure Macready for Satan and Helen Faucit for Eve , it might take ...
... genius in it ; but it wont sell , we fear - far too long too many learned words in it odd episode that on sin and death . If you could rub it down into a tragedy , and secure Macready for Satan and Helen Faucit for Eve , it might take ...
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... genius culminated , pre- ceded " Samson Agonistes " -still some of the epochs of his life are distinctly marked by the advancing stages of his writings . Lowest in the scale , then , are usually ranked his Latin poems , which , with ...
... genius culminated , pre- ceded " Samson Agonistes " -still some of the epochs of his life are distinctly marked by the advancing stages of his writings . Lowest in the scale , then , are usually ranked his Latin poems , which , with ...
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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...