The National Review, Volumen1Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot Robert Theobald, 1855 |
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... heart is stone That feels not at that sight , and feels at none . The wall on which we tried our graving skill , The very name we carved subsisting still , The bench on which we sat while deep employed , Though mangled , hacked , and ...
... heart is stone That feels not at that sight , and feels at none . The wall on which we tried our graving skill , The very name we carved subsisting still , The bench on which we sat while deep employed , Though mangled , hacked , and ...
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... heart . This doctrine set me more on a level with the rest of mankind , and made my condition appear less desperate . " Next he insisted on the all - atoning efficacy of the blood of Jesus , and his righteousness , for our justification ...
... heart . This doctrine set me more on a level with the rest of mankind , and made my condition appear less desperate . " Next he insisted on the all - atoning efficacy of the blood of Jesus , and his righteousness , for our justification ...
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... hearts , I hope , are the best and most musical per- formers . After tea we sally forth to walk in good earnest . Mrs. Unwin is a good walker , and we have generally travelled about four miles before we see home again . When the days ...
... hearts , I hope , are the best and most musical per- formers . After tea we sally forth to walk in good earnest . Mrs. Unwin is a good walker , and we have generally travelled about four miles before we see home again . When the days ...
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... heart to like it . " Mr. Unwin , the husband of Mrs. Unwin , was suddenly killed soon after , and Cowper removed with Mrs. Unwin to Olney , where a new epoch of his life begins . The curate of Olney at this time was John Newton , a man ...
... heart to like it . " Mr. Unwin , the husband of Mrs. Unwin , was suddenly killed soon after , and Cowper removed with Mrs. Unwin to Olney , where a new epoch of his life begins . The curate of Olney at this time was John Newton , a man ...
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... heart within " - live in his pages , and were the natural , insensible , unbiassed occupants of his fancy . It is easy for a firm and hard mind . to despise the minutiae of life , and to pore and brood over an abstract proposition . It ...
... heart within " - live in his pages , and were the natural , insensible , unbiassed occupants of his fancy . It is easy for a firm and hard mind . to despise the minutiae of life , and to pore and brood over an abstract proposition . It ...
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Página 396 - There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail: There gloom the dark broad seas. My mariners, Souls that have toil'd, and wrought, and thought with me That ever with a frolic welcome took The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed Free hearts, free foreheads - you and I are old; Old age hath yet his...
Página 409 - I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers ; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers. I slip, I slide, I gloom, I glance, Among my skimming swallows ; I make the netted sunbeam dance Against my sandy shallows. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses ; I linger by my shingly bars ; I loiter round my cresses ; And out again I curve and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
Página 382 - I falter where I firmly trod, And falling with my weight of cares Upon the great world's altar-stairs That slope through darkness up to God. I stretch lame hands of faith, and grope. And gather dust and chaff, and call To what I feel is Lord of all, And faintly trust the larger hope.
Página 381 - THE wish, that of the living whole No life may fail beyond the grave, Derives it not from what we have The likest God within the soul? Are God and Nature then at strife, That Nature lends such evil dreams? So careful of the type she seems, So careless of the single life...
Página 403 - COURAGE !" he said, and pointed toward the land, " This mounting wave will roll us shoreward soon." In the afternoon they came unto a land, In which it seemed always afternoon. All round the coast the languid air did swoon, Breathing like one that hath a weary dream.
Página 409 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling, And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel ; And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. I steal by lawns and grassy plots, I slide by hazel covers; I move the sweet forget-me-nots That grow for happy lovers.
Página 381 - Yet I doubt not thro' the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widen'd with the process of the suns.
Página 396 - Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows ; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides ; and tho...
Página 400 - Larger than human on the frozen hills. He heard the deep behind him, and a cry Before. His own thought drove him like a goad. Dry...
Página 395 - And drunk delight of battle with my peers, Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy. I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move.