English Essays ...O. Meissner, 1869 |
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... look upon poetry ( what now - a - days it too often is ) as merely an ornament and a pleasure , and not a task that nobles and invigorates both writer and reader , itself in sympathy through all the works and occupations of men : he has ...
... look upon poetry ( what now - a - days it too often is ) as merely an ornament and a pleasure , and not a task that nobles and invigorates both writer and reader , itself in sympathy through all the works and occupations of men : he has ...
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... look at them from without . The whole effort of Mr. Tennyson is to obtain a mastery over common things ; the whole effort of Mr. Browning is to discover things that are not common . No one can read ' In Memoriam ' on the one hand , and ...
... look at them from without . The whole effort of Mr. Tennyson is to obtain a mastery over common things ; the whole effort of Mr. Browning is to discover things that are not common . No one can read ' In Memoriam ' on the one hand , and ...
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... look above the transient boon Of time ; but it was hard so soon As in a short life , to give up Such beauty : I could put the cup Undrained of half its fulness , by ; But to renounce it utterly , -That was too hard ! nor did the cry ...
... look above the transient boon Of time ; but it was hard so soon As in a short life , to give up Such beauty : I could put the cup Undrained of half its fulness , by ; But to renounce it utterly , -That was too hard ! nor did the cry ...
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... look forwards and those whose eyes look backwards - the Liberals and the Con- servatives - those who hope eagerly for great things not yet attained , and those who fear lest what has been attained should be lost . Men of a more material ...
... look forwards and those whose eyes look backwards - the Liberals and the Con- servatives - those who hope eagerly for great things not yet attained , and those who fear lest what has been attained should be lost . Men of a more material ...
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... look around . Whate er befell , Earth is not hell ; Now , too , as when it first began , Life is yet life , and man is man . For all that breathes beneath the heaven's high cope , Joy with grief mixes , with despondence hope . Hope ...
... look around . Whate er befell , Earth is not hell ; Now , too , as when it first began , Life is yet life , and man is man . For all that breathes beneath the heaven's high cope , Joy with grief mixes , with despondence hope . Hope ...
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الصفحة 308 - Old man! there is no power in holy men, Nor charm in prayer, nor purifying form Of penitence, nor outward look, nor fast, Nor agony— nor, greater than all these, The innate tortures of that deep Despair, Which is Remorse without the fear of Hell, But all in all sufficient to itself Would make a hell of Heaven— can exorcise From out the unbounded spirit the quick sense Of its own sins— wrongs— sufferance— and revenge Upon itself; there is no future pang Can deal that justice on the self-condemned...
الصفحة 296 - Then the few whose spirits float above the wreck of happiness Are driven o'er the shoals of guilt or ocean of excess; The magnet of their course is gone, or only points in vain The shore to which their shiver'd sail shall never stretch again. Then the mortal coldness of the soul like death itself comes down; It cannot feel for others' woes, it dare not dream its own; That heavy chill has frozen o'er the fountain of our tears.
الصفحة 305 - Where thy head so oft hath lain, While that placid sleep came o'er thee Which thou ne'er canst know again; Would that breast by thee glanced over, Every inmost thought could show!
الصفحة 272 - Everywhere I see around me rise the wondrous world of Art: Fountains wrought with richest sculpture standing in the common mart; And above cathedral doorways saints and bishops carved in stone, By a former age commissioned as apostles to our own.
الصفحة 271 - Rise the blue Franconian mountains, Nuremberg, the ancient, stands. Quaint old town of toil and traffic, quaint old town of art and song, Memories haunt thy pointed gables, like the rooks that round them throng : Memories of the Middle Ages, when the emperors, rough and bold, Had their dwelling in thy castle, timedefying, centuries old ; And thy brave and thrifty burghers boasted, in, their uncouth rhyme, That their great imperial city stretched its hand through every clime.
الصفحة 309 - This should have been a noble creature : he Hath all the energy which would have made A goodly frame of glorious elements, Had they been wisely mingled ; as it is, It is an awful chaos — light and darkness — And mind and dust — and passions and pure thoughts, Mix'd, and contending without end or order, All dormant or destructive...
الصفحة 305 - Though my many faults defaced me, Could no other arm be found, Than the one which once embraced me, To inflict a cureless wound?
الصفحة 307 - Though thy slumber may be deep, Yet thy spirit shall not sleep; There are shades which will not vanish, There are thoughts thou canst not banish...
الصفحة 17 - Flow through our deeds and make them pure, That we may lift from out of dust A voice as unto him that hears, A cry above the conquered years To one that with us works, and trust, With faith that comes of self-control, The truths that never can be proved Until we close with all we loved, And all we flow...
الصفحة 66 - Garrick is to be with you early the next week, and Mr. Johnson to try his fate with a tragedy, and to see to get himself employed in some translation, either from the Latin or the French. Johnson is a very good scholar and poet, and I have great hopes will turn out a fine tragedy-writer. If it should any way lie in your way, doubt not but you would be ready to recommend and assist your countryman. "G. WALMSLEY.