The Poetry of Life, Volume 2Carey, Lea, and Blanchard, 1835 |
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... pure , and clear , and vivid , like the secret springs of unso- phisticated feeling , since then has wearied us with the constant monotony of its sound , seeming to tell of little else than pebbles and clear water . We smile , because ...
... pure , and clear , and vivid , like the secret springs of unso- phisticated feeling , since then has wearied us with the constant monotony of its sound , seeming to tell of little else than pebbles and clear water . We smile , because ...
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... pure . " So now , my summer task is ended , Mary , And I return to thee , mine own heart's home ; As to his queen some victor knight of faery , Earning bright spoils for his enchanted dome ; Nor thou disdain that ere my fame become A ...
... pure . " So now , my summer task is ended , Mary , And I return to thee , mine own heart's home ; As to his queen some victor knight of faery , Earning bright spoils for his enchanted dome ; Nor thou disdain that ere my fame become A ...
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... pure and dignified attachment , proved by long trial , refined by suffering , clothed in humility , and wholly divested of weakness or selfish- ness , was ever wrung out by the power of affliction from the inmost recesses of an elevated ...
... pure and dignified attachment , proved by long trial , refined by suffering , clothed in humility , and wholly divested of weakness or selfish- ness , was ever wrung out by the power of affliction from the inmost recesses of an elevated ...
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... pure eye can behold it robbed of these , without sorrow and in- dignation . It is this faculty of adaptation to all circumstances and states of being , which renders love so entirely sub- servient to the purposes of the poet ; because ...
... pure eye can behold it robbed of these , without sorrow and in- dignation . It is this faculty of adaptation to all circumstances and states of being , which renders love so entirely sub- servient to the purposes of the poet ; because ...
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... pure , flowers that never fade , and skies which no cloud has ever obscured— things which we find it difficult to conceive ; or of perpetual praises sung by an innumerable host of saints -an employment which we are not yet able to sepa ...
... pure , flowers that never fade , and skies which no cloud has ever obscured— things which we find it difficult to conceive ; or of perpetual praises sung by an innumerable host of saints -an employment which we are not yet able to sepa ...
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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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Página 32 - I have of late — but wherefore I know not — lost all my mirth, forgone all custom of exercises; and indeed it goes so heavily with my disposition that this goodly frame, the earth, seems to me a sterile promontory, this most excellent canopy, the air, look you, this brave o'erhanging firmament, this majestical roof fretted with golden fire, why, it appears no other thing to me than a foul and pestilent congregation of vapours.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 82 - And Cain talked with Abel his brother : and it came to pass, when they were in the field, that Cain rose up against Abel his brother, and slew him.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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...
Página 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.