Poems and Prose Writings, المجلد 2Baker and Scribner, 1850 |
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... moral companion of the old . It was , indeed , nature without doors and within . Man walked abroad upon the green sod , and sat him down upon rushes by his fireside . The mind was as full of motion , various and creative , as the earth ...
... moral companion of the old . It was , indeed , nature without doors and within . Man walked abroad upon the green sod , and sat him down upon rushes by his fireside . The mind was as full of motion , various and creative , as the earth ...
الصفحة 24
... moral and intellectual power , in its low- est form , that of brute strength , power calls out a kind of admiration , I had almost said respect . We may have seen , in the countenance of a pallid book - man , a sort of scornful pity at ...
... moral and intellectual power , in its low- est form , that of brute strength , power calls out a kind of admiration , I had almost said respect . We may have seen , in the countenance of a pallid book - man , a sort of scornful pity at ...
الصفحة 35
... moral evils involved in these influences ? Is not he who sees truth partially and limitedly less likely to reverence it singly , than if he knew something of its silent , but deep and wide - working power ? Will he not be more likely to ...
... moral evils involved in these influences ? Is not he who sees truth partially and limitedly less likely to reverence it singly , than if he knew something of its silent , but deep and wide - working power ? Will he not be more likely to ...
الصفحة 36
... moral tone , that nobleness of inward impulse , which are his who sees truth in its vastness , and feels it in its steady , and harmonious , and eternal goings - on . Meditative abstraction is not only necessary to a right self 36 THE ...
... moral tone , that nobleness of inward impulse , which are his who sees truth in its vastness , and feels it in its steady , and harmonious , and eternal goings - on . Meditative abstraction is not only necessary to a right self 36 THE ...
الصفحة 42
... moral sense ; and the looker - on goes home , with a melancholy shake of the head , re- peating to himself the words of good Bishop Hall , “ I would fear that speaking well , without feeling , were the next way to procure habituall ...
... moral sense ; and the looker - on goes home , with a melancholy shake of the head , re- peating to himself the words of good Bishop Hall , “ I would fear that speaking well , without feeling , were the next way to procure habituall ...
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affections beauty become better bring called character Christian Cowper creature deism delight desert of sin earth Eloisa to Abelard emotions errour eternity evil Faerie Queene fancy faults fear feel Gaston de Blondeville genius give God's Hazlitt heart heaven humble images imagination imparts individual influences intellectual kind labour language less light living look mind moral moved Mysteries of Udolpho mysterious nature ness never North American Review object ourselves pass passages passions peculiar perhaps Peter Grimes pietism pleasure poem poet poetic poetry Pollok Pope present pride principle reason relations religious reverence RICHARD HENRY DANA Salmagundi satire scenes seems sense sentiment society sorrow soul speak spirit stand strong style Sylph talk taste things thou thought tion touch true truth turn verse words
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الصفحة 15 - Sometime, we see a cloud that's dragonish, A vapour, sometime, like a bear, or lion, A tower'd citadel, a pendant rock, A forked mountain, or blue promontory With trees upon 't, that nod unto the world, And mock our eyes with air : thou hast seen these signs ; They are black vesper's pageants.
الصفحة 69 - Although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night : It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden, Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be, Ere one can say — It lightens.
الصفحة 302 - In rural occupation there is nothing mean and debasing. It leads a man forth among scenes of natural grandeur and beauty ; it leaves him to the workings of his own mind, operated upon by the purest and most elevating of external influences. Such a man may be simple and rough, but he cannot be vulgar.
الصفحة 137 - Who builds a church to God, and not to Fame, Will never mark the marble with his name : Go, search it there, where to be born and die, Of rich and poor makes all the history ; Enough, that Virtue fill'd the space between ; Prov'd by the ends of being, to have been.
الصفحة 178 - Yet here for ever, ever must I stay ; Sad proof how well a lover can obey...
الصفحة 139 - Fairest of stars, last in the train of night, If better thou belong not to the dawn, Sure pledge of day, that crown'st the smiling morn With thy bright circlet, praise him in thy sphere, While day arises, that sweet hour of prime.
الصفحة 205 - Smooth'd up with snow ; and, what is land, unknown, What water of the still unfrozen spring, In the loose marsh or solitary lake, Where the fresh fountain from the bottom boils.
الصفحة 182 - What though no credit doubting wits may give? The fair and innocent shall still believe. Know then, unnumber'd spirits round thee fly, The light militia of the lower sky: These, though unseen, are ever on the wing, Hang o'er the Box, and hover round the Ring. Think what an equipage thou hast in air, And view with scorn two pages and a chair.
الصفحة 184 - Her tongue bewitch'd as oddly as her eyes, Less wit than mimic, more a wit than wise ; Strange graces still, and stranger flights she had, Was just not ugly, and was just not mad ; Yet ne'er so sure our passion to create, As when she touch'd the brink of all we hate.
الصفحة 344 - Embattled in her field ; and the humble shrub, And bush with frizzled hair implicit : last Rose, as in dance, the stately trees, and spread Their branches hung with copious fruit, or gemm'd Their blossoms : with high woods the hills were crown'd ; With tufts the valleys and each fountain side ; With borders long the rivers : that earth now Seem'd like to heaven, a seat where gods might dwell, Or wander with delight, and love to haunt Her sacred shades...