The Passionate Pilgrim: Or Eros and Anteros |
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... withdraw the mind from circumstances of present pleasure , recalling the moments when I had seen Désirée last . This was a triumph of irony ; a contrast that truly seemed , whatever the joy of the moment , between earth and heaven .
... withdraw the mind from circumstances of present pleasure , recalling the moments when I had seen Désirée last . This was a triumph of irony ; a contrast that truly seemed , whatever the joy of the moment , between earth and heaven .
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This was exceptional ; yet throughout this region Désirée was spiritually present . It was not that in such moments I thought of her consciously , heard her voice in every song , or saw her countenance in Lucy or Beatrice or Imogen .
This was exceptional ; yet throughout this region Désirée was spiritually present . It was not that in such moments I thought of her consciously , heard her voice in every song , or saw her countenance in Lucy or Beatrice or Imogen .
الصفحة 27
... more comprehensible ; his art ( an excellence earlier appreciated by boys , from their narrow practical experience , than the larger nature of Homer ) far more constantly and sensibly present ; and his poems , Bucolica and Georgica ...
... more comprehensible ; his art ( an excellence earlier appreciated by boys , from their narrow practical experience , than the larger nature of Homer ) far more constantly and sensibly present ; and his poems , Bucolica and Georgica ...
الصفحة 29
For even at the time I was not much influenced by the premature friendships , since faded , of school : thinking of them almost as contrasts to set off and glorify that ever - present image of Désirée : and this the more , because the ...
For even at the time I was not much influenced by the premature friendships , since faded , of school : thinking of them almost as contrasts to set off and glorify that ever - present image of Désirée : and this the more , because the ...
الصفحة 35
In places wanting this dear association the cathedral lost its grace , or the ruin its grandeur ; and what was their Past , I thought in my folly , however glorious , compared with my Present ? The Past itself did homage to Désirée ...
In places wanting this dear association the cathedral lost its grace , or the ruin its grandeur ; and what was their Past , I thought in my folly , however glorious , compared with my Present ? The Past itself did homage to Désirée ...
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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.