Poems and Prose Writings, المجلد 2Baker and Scribner, 1850 |
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الصفحة 14
... soul , that of living in past ages ; - wholly devoid of which power , a man can neither anticipate the future , nor even live a truly human life , a life of reason , in the present . COLERIDGE . - THAT distinguished divine , John Owen ...
... soul , that of living in past ages ; - wholly devoid of which power , a man can neither anticipate the future , nor even live a truly human life , a life of reason , in the present . COLERIDGE . - THAT distinguished divine , John Owen ...
الصفحة 15
... soul . And could the heart let go all its old attachments , and yet live ? And hope , even beautiful hope , though the future be its nourisher , is the child of the past , and waits by the bed of weariness or sorrow : " A woman - saint ...
... soul . And could the heart let go all its old attachments , and yet live ? And hope , even beautiful hope , though the future be its nourisher , is the child of the past , and waits by the bed of weariness or sorrow : " A woman - saint ...
الصفحة 18
... of the soul . There is some- thing in the past ( I will not stop here to inquire what it is ) which moves our better affections and makes us - thoughtful , in a manner that neither the present 18 THE PAST AND THE PRESENT ,
... of the soul . There is some- thing in the past ( I will not stop here to inquire what it is ) which moves our better affections and makes us - thoughtful , in a manner that neither the present 18 THE PAST AND THE PRESENT ,
الصفحة 19
... soul con- verses with it , as with a being conscious of what had once passed between us and the departed object of our regard . Here , again , we see the soul , as if surcharged with life , giving out life to the commonest material ...
... soul con- verses with it , as with a being conscious of what had once passed between us and the departed object of our regard . Here , again , we see the soul , as if surcharged with life , giving out life to the commonest material ...
الصفحة 20
... , this state of affectionate thoughtfulness multiplies the mind's inward enjoyments from itself , and there is born a countless progeny , beau- - tiful and like the first parent emotion of the soul 20 THE PAST AND THE PRESENT .
... , this state of affectionate thoughtfulness multiplies the mind's inward enjoyments from itself , and there is born a countless progeny , beau- - tiful and like the first parent emotion of the soul 20 THE PAST AND THE PRESENT .
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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...