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... hope that it may be read ; but , the latter volume having swelled to unexpected proportions , I publish it , as a matter of convenience , in a separate book . Few of these prose - pieces were ever meant thus to see the light . One only ...
... hope that it may be read ; but , the latter volume having swelled to unexpected proportions , I publish it , as a matter of convenience , in a separate book . Few of these prose - pieces were ever meant thus to see the light . One only ...
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... hope to attain that subtle combina- tion of fine qualities which go to make up the artist of the higher order . Yet , to reach even a creditable mediocrity , the taste must be refined , the imagina- tion must be enriched ; and these ...
... hope to attain that subtle combina- tion of fine qualities which go to make up the artist of the higher order . Yet , to reach even a creditable mediocrity , the taste must be refined , the imagina- tion must be enriched ; and these ...
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... hope ; the most had long before given up , and formed ( if the room were large enough ) secondary humming groups of their own . He began anywhere you put some question to him , made some suggestive observation ; instead of answering ...
... hope ; the most had long before given up , and formed ( if the room were large enough ) secondary humming groups of their own . He began anywhere you put some question to him , made some suggestive observation ; instead of answering ...
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... hope that medical treatment and surveillance might wean him from his fatal pro- pensity . Mr. Gillman's friendship was most kind and affectionate ; and in his house the suffering man continued to reside till his death , on the 25th of ...
... hope that medical treatment and surveillance might wean him from his fatal pro- pensity . Mr. Gillman's friendship was most kind and affectionate ; and in his house the suffering man continued to reside till his death , on the 25th of ...
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... hope , too , are the epitaphs which he has written upon himself . It is as though he saw Heaven opened , and the Son of Man standing on the right hand of God . 66 66 66 ΕΠΙΤΑΦΙΟΝ ΑΥΤΟΓΡΑΠΤΟΝ Quæ linquam , aut nihil , aut nihili , aut ...
... hope , too , are the epitaphs which he has written upon himself . It is as though he saw Heaven opened , and the Son of Man standing on the right hand of God . 66 66 66 ΕΠΙΤΑΦΙΟΝ ΑΥΤΟΓΡΑΠΤΟΝ Quæ linquam , aut nihil , aut nihili , aut ...
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الصفحة 227 - I had so worked upon my imagination as really to believe that about the whole mansion and domain there hung an atmosphere peculiar to themselves and their immediate vicinity, an atmosphere which had no affinity with the air of heaven, but which had reeked up from the decayed trees, and the gray wall, and the silent tarn, a pestilent and mystic vapor, dull, sluggish, faintly discernible, and leaden-hued.
الصفحة 124 - A SLUMBER did my spirit seal ; •^*- I had no human fears : She seemed a thing that could not feel The touch of earthly years. No motion has she now, no force ; She neither hears nor sees ; Rolled round in earth's diurnal course, With rocks, and stones, and trees.
الصفحة 218 - All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand — How few ! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep — while I weep ! O God ! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp ? O God ! can I not save] One from the pitiless wave ? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream ? DREAMLAND.
الصفحة 75 - own exceeding great reward;' it has soothed my afflictions; it has multiplied and refined my enjoyments ; it has endeared solitude ; and it has given me the habit of wishing to discover the good and the beautiful in all that meets and surrounds me.
الصفحة 223 - My love, she sleeps! Oh, may her sleep, As it is lasting, so be deep!
الصفحة 63 - He prayeth well, who loveth well Both man and bird and beast. He prayeth best, who loveth best All things both great and small; For the dear God who loveth us, He made and loveth all.
الصفحة 70 - But the sense of musical delight, with the power of producing it, is a gift of imagination ; and this together with the power of reducing multitude into unity of effect, and modifying a series of thoughts by some one predominant thought or feeling, may be cultivated and improved, but can never be learned. It is in these that
الصفحة 53 - ... would suit him best, but continually shifted, in corkscrew fashion, and kept trying both. A heavy-laden, high-aspiring and surely much-suffering man. His voice, naturally soft and good, had contracted itself into a plaintive snuffle and sing-song; he spoke as if preaching, — you would have said, preaching earnestly and also hopelessly the weightiest things. I still recollect his "object
الصفحة 69 - ... rhythm than was demanded by the thoughts, or permitted by the propriety of preserving a sense of melody predominant. The delight in richness and sweetness of sound, even to a faulty excess, if it be evidently original, and not the result of an easily imitable mechanism, I regard as a highly favourable promise in the compositions of a young man. "The man that hath not music in his soul" can indeed never be a genuine poet.
الصفحة 211 - O, lady bright! can it be right — This window open to the night? The wanton airs, from the tree-top, Laughingly through the lattice drop — The bodiless airs, a wizard rout, Flit through thy chamber in and out, And wave the curtain canopy So fitfully — so fearfully — Above the closed and fringed lid...