A medley of notables: what they said and what others said of them, by G.F.S. |
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... star , Hath had elsewhere its setting , And cometh from afar : Not in entire forgetfulness , And not in utter nakedness , But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God who is our home : Heaven lies about us in our infancy ! Shades of ...
... star , Hath had elsewhere its setting , And cometh from afar : Not in entire forgetfulness , And not in utter nakedness , But trailing clouds of glory do we come From God who is our home : Heaven lies about us in our infancy ! Shades of ...
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... star of poets ; and with rage , Or influence , chide , or cheer , the drooping stage ; Which since thy flight from hence hath mourned the night , And despairs day , but for thy volume's light . BEN JONSON . Him , whose insight makes all ...
... star of poets ; and with rage , Or influence , chide , or cheer , the drooping stage ; Which since thy flight from hence hath mourned the night , And despairs day , but for thy volume's light . BEN JONSON . Him , whose insight makes all ...
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... stars did swim Like clouds from them , and granted him God for sole vision . E. B. BROWNING . Thy soul was like a star , and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice , whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens , majestic , free ...
... stars did swim Like clouds from them , and granted him God for sole vision . E. B. BROWNING . Thy soul was like a star , and dwelt apart : Thou hadst a voice , whose sound was like the sea : Pure as the naked heavens , majestic , free ...
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... the heavens reject not . The desire of the moth for the star , Of the night for the morrow , The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow . HE relations between society and a keenly- sensitive and delicately 15.
... the heavens reject not . The desire of the moth for the star , Of the night for the morrow , The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow . HE relations between society and a keenly- sensitive and delicately 15.
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... Star In his steep course ? So long he seems to pause On thy bald awful head , O sovran Blanc ! The Arvê and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly ; but thou , most awful form ! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines How silently ...
... Star In his steep course ? So long he seems to pause On thy bald awful head , O sovran Blanc ! The Arvê and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly ; but thou , most awful form ! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines How silently ...
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A medley of notables: what they said and what others said of them, by G.F.S. Medley,G F S Vista completa - 1870 |
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admired affections angels beauty beneath blessing breast bright BRONTË BROUGHAM BYRON CHALMERS CHARLES LAMB CHARLOTTE BRONTË dark death deep divine doth doubt dream E. B. BROWNING earth EDMUND BURKE eloquent eternal eyes F. W. ROBERTSON faith Farewell fear feeling FELICIA HEMANS friends genius gentle grey HARRIET MARTINEAU hath heart heaven hell HUGH MILLER human humour imagination intellect J. H. NEWMAN JOHN RUSKIN king knew labour laugh Lest light living look love thee Luther mankind MARTINEAU Michael Angelo mind moral nature ness never night noble o'er OLIVER CROMWELL once passion poets poor praise QUINCEY religion S. T. COLERIDGE satire seems Shakespere Shelley silent SIR WALTER SCOTT smile solitude song sorrow soul Spenser spirit star strength strong sublime sweet tears tender THACKERAY thine things THOMAS CARLYLE thou art thou hast thought voice W. M. THACKERAY wisdom woman words WORDSWORTH writings
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Página 22 - Heaven from all creatures hides the book of fate, All but the page prescribed, their present state : •> From brutes what men, from men what spirits know: Or who could. suffer being here below? The lamb thy riot dooms to bleed to-day, Had he thy reason, would he skip and play ? Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.
Página 6 - That low man seeks a little thing to do, Sees it and does it: This high man, with a great thing to pursue, Dies ere he knows it.
Página 12 - Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day. For what are men better than sheep or goats That nourish a blind life within the brain, If, knowing God, they lift not hands of prayer Both for themselves and those who call them friend ? For so the whole round earth is every way Bound by gold chains about the feet of God.
Página 25 - Blessed is he who has found his work; let him ask no other blessedness. He has a work; a life-purpose; he has found it, and will follow it...
Página 21 - Fade far away, dissolve, and quite forget What thou among the leaves hast never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan...
Página 9 - Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free, So didst thou travel on life's common way, In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Página 19 - Dear lovely bowers of innocence and ease, Seats of my youth, when every sport could please, How often have I loitered o'er thy green, Where humble happiness endeared each scene! How often have I paused on every charm, The sheltered cot, the cultivated farm, The never-failing brook, the busy mill, The decent church that topped the neighbouring hill, The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade, For talking age and whispering lovers made!
Página 12 - If thou shouldst never see my face again, Pray for my soul. More things are wrought by prayer Than this world dreams of. Wherefore, let thy voice Rise like a fountain for me night and day.
Página 8 - O lyric Love, half angel and half bird, And all a wonder and a wild desire, — Boldest of hearts that ever braved the sun, Took sanctuary within the holier blue, And sang a kindred soul out to his face, — Yet human at the red-ripe of the heart — When the first summons from the darkling earth Reached thee amid thy chambers, blanched their blue, And bared them of the glory — to drop down, To toil for man, to suffer or to die, — This is the same voice : can thy soul know change...
Página 21 - Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim, And purple-stained mouth; That I might drink, and leave the world unseen...