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... human that they make our hearts gush with delight ; he disco- vers feelings in his own breast , and awakens sympathies in ours , which shall assuredly one day have real and stable objects to rest on ! we forget that amazing scene , in ...
... human that they make our hearts gush with delight ; he disco- vers feelings in his own breast , and awakens sympathies in ours , which shall assuredly one day have real and stable objects to rest on ! we forget that amazing scene , in ...
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... human nature's most genial qualities . De Foe is one of the most extraordinary of English authors . His Robinson ... humanity's hid- grown so familiar with the solitude , that the den treasures . There is nothing in his works print of ...
... human nature's most genial qualities . De Foe is one of the most extraordinary of English authors . His Robinson ... humanity's hid- grown so familiar with the solitude , that the den treasures . There is nothing in his works print of ...
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... human writer seems ever to have hailed the contrite with so cordial a welcome . His scenes appear over - whom we shall endeavour to compare with spread with a rich atmosphere of tenderness , which softens and consecrates all things . We ...
... human writer seems ever to have hailed the contrite with so cordial a welcome . His scenes appear over - whom we shall endeavour to compare with spread with a rich atmosphere of tenderness , which softens and consecrates all things . We ...
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... human hearts shall vibrate with their first sympathies while the species shall endure . ness and low ambition froze not " the genial | as sacred treasures . The sorrows over which current of the soul . " The meanest and most it sheds ...
... human hearts shall vibrate with their first sympathies while the species shall endure . ness and low ambition froze not " the genial | as sacred treasures . The sorrows over which current of the soul . " The meanest and most it sheds ...
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... human earth , and warm with human sympathies . He does not seek for the sublime in the mere intensity of burn- ing passion , or for sources of enjoyment in those feverish gratifications which some would teach us to believe the only ...
... human earth , and warm with human sympathies . He does not seek for the sublime in the mere intensity of burn- ing passion , or for sources of enjoyment in those feverish gratifications which some would teach us to believe the only ...
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Page 60 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, 80 That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Page 60 - That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur; other gifts Have followed; for such loss, I would believe, Abundant recompense.
Page 62 - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Page 62 - The wind, the tempest roaring high, The tumult of a tropic sky, Might well be dangerous food For him, a Youth to whom was given So much of earth — so much of Heaven, And such impetuous blood.
Page 61 - The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benedictions, not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest — Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast...
Page 161 - Where joy for ever dwells ; hail horrors, hail Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell Receive thy new possessor ; one who brings A mind not to be changed by place, or time.
Page 62 - The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Page 84 - They live no longer in the faith of reason! But still the heart doth need a language, still Doth the old instinct bring back the old names, And to yon starry world they now are gone, Spirits or gods, that used to share this earth With man as with their friend...
Page 56 - The appearance, instantaneously disclosed, Was of a mighty city — boldly say A wilderness of building, sinking far And self-withdrawn into a wondrous depth, Far sinking into splendor — without end ! Fabric it seemed of diamond and of gold, With alabaster domes, and silver spires, And blazing terrace upon terrace, high Uplifted...
Page 58 - ... whose sable roof Of boughs, as if for festal purpose, decked With unrejoicing berries, ghostly Shapes May meet at noontide; FEAR and trembling HOPE, SILENCE and FORESIGHT; DEATH, the Skeleton, And TIME, the Shadow; there to celebrate, As in a natural temple scattered o'er With altars undisturbed of mossy stone, United worship; or in mute repose To lie, and listen to the mountain flood Murmuring from Glaramara's inmost caves.