The Passionate Pilgrim: Or Eros and Anteros |
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Ignorant of the secrets of this world's governance , dimly knowing myself , confessing error , yet anxious to find the truth , I carpet , however , in the appeal to remembrance , in the heat of fancy , before the dispassionate assizes ...
Ignorant of the secrets of this world's governance , dimly knowing myself , confessing error , yet anxious to find the truth , I carpet , however , in the appeal to remembrance , in the heat of fancy , before the dispassionate assizes ...
الصفحة 2
Natural too is what such confession often receives , a verdict of vanity or weakness from the strong and the successful ; for wealth cannot understand poverty . Whilst he thinks it harsh and partial , the writer of course anticipates ...
Natural too is what such confession often receives , a verdict of vanity or weakness from the strong and the successful ; for wealth cannot understand poverty . Whilst he thinks it harsh and partial , the writer of course anticipates ...
الصفحة 3
They too , lastly , will feel the sad solace that lies in utterance ; why the fire burns , and I must speak ; why this confession tells strangers what has been reserved from friends . II All suffering , it has been repeated often ...
They too , lastly , will feel the sad solace that lies in utterance ; why the fire burns , and I must speak ; why this confession tells strangers what has been reserved from friends . II All suffering , it has been repeated often ...
الصفحة 31
Yet whilst confessing for Truth's sake , and without the very least sensation of pleasurable pride , how far the wisdom ... longings for wealth , weak shame — these sins against light I confess in their full , their degrading baseness .
Yet whilst confessing for Truth's sake , and without the very least sensation of pleasurable pride , how far the wisdom ... longings for wealth , weak shame — these sins against light I confess in their full , their degrading baseness .
الصفحة 32
... faintest half remembrance of Désirée chase argument or confession from my mind ; not refuted , perhaps , but effaced practically by that angel form of young imagination who seemed to purify not her own sex alone , but mine with it .
... faintest half remembrance of Désirée chase argument or confession from my mind ; not refuted , perhaps , but effaced practically by that angel form of young imagination who seemed to purify not her own sex alone , but mine with it .
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affection ages already amongst answer appeared believe beneath better blessing bright child common confession consolation conviction course dark dear death deep delight desire Désirée Désirée's despair earth eternity existence experience eyes face faith fancy fate fear feel felt final followed force friends further give hands happiness heard heart heaven hope human imagination Italy knew knowledge learned least leave less light lines living looked lost mind mysterious Nature never once passed passion perhaps phrase pleasure poet possible present pure reason regret remembrance rock scene secret seemed sense silence smiles sorrow soul speak spirit strange sweet things thought thousand true truly truth turn vast vision voice wandering whilst writer youth
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الصفحة 188 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
الصفحة 16 - We were, fair queen, Two lads that thought there was no more behind, But such a day to-morrow as to-day, And to be boy eternal. Her. Was not my lord the verier wag o' the two ? Pol. We were as twinn'd lambs that did frisk i' the sun And bleat the one at the other.
الصفحة 96 - Tired with all these for restful death I cry, As to behold desert a beggar born, And needy nothing trimmed in jollity, And purest faith unhappily forsworn, And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly (doctor-like) controlling skill, And simple truth miscalled simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill.
الصفحة 90 - Like a poet hidden In the light of thought, Singing hymns unbidden, Till the world is wrought To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not. Like a high-born maiden In a palace tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour, With music sweet as love which overflows her bower.
الصفحة 96 - And gilded honour shamefully misplaced, And maiden virtue rudely strumpeted, And right perfection wrongfully disgraced, And strength by limping sway disabled, And art made tongue-tied by authority, And folly, doctor-like, controlling skill, And simple truth miscalled simplicity, And captive good attending captain ill: Tired with all these, from these would I be gone, Save that to die I leave my love alone.
الصفحة 162 - Away! we know that tears are vain, That death nor heeds nor hears distress: Will this unteach us to complain? Or make one mourner weep the less? And thou — who tell'st me to forget, Thy looks are wan, thine eyes are wet.
الصفحة 58 - He will fulfil the desire of them that fear him: He also will hear their cry, and will save them.
الصفحة 139 - Solomon. Prosperity is not without many fears and distastes ; and Adversity is not without comforts and hopes. We see in needleworks and embroideries it is more pleasing to have a lively work upon a sad and solemn ground than to have a dark and melancholy work upon a lightsome ground : judge therefore of the pleasure of the heart by the pleasure of the eye. Certainly virtue is like precious odours, most fragrant when they are incensed or crushed ; for Prosperity doth best discover vice, but Adversity...
الصفحة 203 - In truth, the great Elements we know of, are no mean comforters : the open sky sits upon our senses like a sapphire crown — the Air is our robe of state — the Earth is our throne, and the Sea a mighty minstrel playing before it — able, like David's harp, to make such a one as you forget almost the tempest cares of life.
الصفحة 146 - Tis in truth The loneliest place we have among the clouds. And She who dwells with me, whom I have loved With such communion, that no place on earth Can ever be a solitude to me, Hath to this lonely summit given my Name.
معلومات المراجع
| العنوان | The Passionate Pilgrim: Or Eros and Anteros Nineteenth Century Collections Online (NCCO): Women: Transnational Networks |
| المؤلف | Francis Turner Palgrave |
| الناشر | Chapman and Hall, 1858 |
| أصلي من | مكتبة نيويورك العامة |
| الكتب ذات التنسيق الرقمي | 2 تشرين الأول (أكتوبر) 2006 |
| عدد الصفحات | 246 من الصفحات |
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