The Poetry of Life, Том 2Carey, Lea, and Blanchard, 1835 |
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... writer ) never too much . At the same time however that love forms an essential part in our popular works of fiction , it seems to be inconsistent with the genius of the English nation , to make it the entire , or even the leading ...
... writer ) never too much . At the same time however that love forms an essential part in our popular works of fiction , it seems to be inconsistent with the genius of the English nation , to make it the entire , or even the leading ...
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... writer , " is a very noble and exalting sentiment in its first germ and principle . We never loved without arraying the ob- ject in all the glories of moral as well as physical per- fection , and deriving a kind of dignity to ourselves ...
... writer , " is a very noble and exalting sentiment in its first germ and principle . We never loved without arraying the ob- ject in all the glories of moral as well as physical per- fection , and deriving a kind of dignity to ourselves ...
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... writer with the different mental mala- dies to which our nature is liable , describes the " glance of melancholy " as " a fearful gift . " " What is it but the telescope of truth Which strips the distance of its phantasies , And brings ...
... writer with the different mental mala- dies to which our nature is liable , describes the " glance of melancholy " as " a fearful gift . " " What is it but the telescope of truth Which strips the distance of its phantasies , And brings ...
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... writers who have ventured upon these descrip- tions , chiefly made up of luxuries which in this world money alone can purchase , and money is connected in our ideas with toil and strife , with envy , and jealousy , and never - ending ...
... writers who have ventured upon these descrip- tions , chiefly made up of luxuries which in this world money alone can purchase , and money is connected in our ideas with toil and strife , with envy , and jealousy , and never - ending ...
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... writer , " her inconsistency is of the head rather than of the heart . " * Believing what she hopes , she takes her ... writers who have drawn from nature , in attempting to delieneate the character of woman , have done it by a few ...
... writer , " her inconsistency is of the head rather than of the heart . " * Believing what she hopes , she takes her ... writers who have drawn from nature , in attempting to delieneate the character of woman , have done it by a few ...
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admiration affections amongst Ariel arise ascer Balaam beauty behold beneath blessed Book of Job capable character charm cherub children of Israel children of men colouring connexion dark death deep diffused divine earth earthly enjoyment eternal evil existence faculty faithful familiar familiar spirits feeling genius glory grief hand happiness harmony hast hath heart heaven hope human ideas imagination impressions impulse influence instance intel intellectual Israel Jephthah language less light listen lives look Lord Lord Byron majesty mankind Mark Antony melancholy mental mighty mind Moab moral mountain nature ness never nexion object pain passions perceptions Philistines pity pleasure poet poetical poetry principles PROSPERO pure racter refined religion rience Saul Sisera smile sorrow soul speak sphere spirit stars sublime suffering sweet taste tears tender thee thine things thou thoughts tion truth unto voice wings woman wonder words writer
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Страница 156 - Some heavenly music, (which even now I do,) To work mine end upon their senses, that This airy charm is for, I'll break my staff, Bury it certain fathoms in the earth, And, deeper than did ever plummet sound, I'll drown my book.
Страница 169 - He, above the rest In shape and gesture proudly eminent, Stood like a tower. His form had yet not lost All her original brightness, nor appeared Less than Archangel ruined, and the excess Of glory obscured...
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Страница 102 - There is none like unto the God of Jeshurun, who rideth upon the heaven in thy help, and in his excellency on the sky. The eternal God is thy refuge; and underneath are the everlasting arms; and he shall thrust out the enemy from before thee, and shall, say, Destroy them.
Страница 89 - Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return from following after thee : for whither thou goest, I will go ; and where thou lodgest I will lodge : thy people shall be my people, and thy God my God: " Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I be buried; the Lord do so to me, and more also, if aught but death part thee and me.
Страница 153 - All hail, great master! grave sir, hail ! I come To answer thy best pleasure ; be't to fly, To swim, to dive into the fire, to ride On the curl'd clouds ; to thy strong bidding, task Ariel, and all his quality.
Страница 101 - The Lord is my strength and song, and he is become my salvation : he is my God, and I will prepare him an habitation ; my father's God, and I will exalt him.
Страница 176 - I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amorist or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite, nor to be obtained by the invocation of Dame Memory and her siren daughters...
Страница 170 - Me miserable ! which way shall I fly Infinite wrath, and infinite despair? Which way I fly is Hell; myself am Hell; And, in the lowest deep, a lower deep Still threatening to devour me opens wide, To which the Hell I suffer seems a Heaven.