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... scarcely less pleasing than its stately did by the authority with which he disposed of prototype . It is a sort of spirited defiance to all things , and by the infinite minuteness of his fiction , on the behalf of reality , by one who ...
... scarcely less pleasing than its stately did by the authority with which he disposed of prototype . It is a sort of spirited defiance to all things , and by the infinite minuteness of his fiction , on the behalf of reality , by one who ...
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... scarcely know how to criticise its exquisite creations . The feelings which they have awakened within us are too old and too sacred almost for expression . We scarcely dare to scrutinize with a critic's ear , the blend- ing notes of ...
... scarcely know how to criticise its exquisite creations . The feelings which they have awakened within us are too old and too sacred almost for expression . We scarcely dare to scrutinize with a critic's ear , the blend- ing notes of ...
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... scarcely leave a brook , a mountain ash , or a lichen on the rocks of her shore , without due honour . He may fitly be re- garded as the genius of Scotland , who has given her a poetical interest , a vast place in the ima- gination ...
... scarcely leave a brook , a mountain ash , or a lichen on the rocks of her shore , without due honour . He may fitly be re- garded as the genius of Scotland , who has given her a poetical interest , a vast place in the ima- gination ...
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... scarcely class Rob Roy among these mingled characters . He has nothing but the name and the fortune of an outlaw and a robber . He is , in truth , one of the noblest of heroes - a Prince of the hether and the rock - whose very thirst ...
... scarcely class Rob Roy among these mingled characters . He has nothing but the name and the fortune of an outlaw and a robber . He is , in truth , one of the noblest of heroes - a Prince of the hether and the rock - whose very thirst ...
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... scarcely be " simple products of nobleness of humanity familiar to our daily the common day , " without destroying all har- thoughts . He has enriched history to us by mony in our perceptions , and bringing the opening such varied and ...
... scarcely be " simple products of nobleness of humanity familiar to our daily the common day , " without destroying all har- thoughts . He has enriched history to us by mony in our perceptions , and bringing the opening such varied and ...
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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.