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... Beauty , ' received the encouragement of Pope and Swift . His tragedies of ' Gus- tavus Vasa ' and the Earl of Essex , ' long kept possession of the stage . The novel from which we quote was once highly popular . He died in 1783. ] In ...
... Beauty , ' received the encouragement of Pope and Swift . His tragedies of ' Gus- tavus Vasa ' and the Earl of Essex , ' long kept possession of the stage . The novel from which we quote was once highly popular . He died in 1783. ] In ...
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... beauty and the benefit of all his works . As they cannot exist but in him and by him , so his impression is upon them , and his impregnation is through them . " Though the elements , and all that we know of nature and creation , have a ...
... beauty and the benefit of all his works . As they cannot exist but in him and by him , so his impression is upon them , and his impregnation is through them . " Though the elements , and all that we know of nature and creation , have a ...
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... beauty of it , without making out its obligation from the true principles of the law of nature , and foundations of morality . But these incoherent apophthegms of philosophers and wise men , however excellent in themselves , and well ...
... beauty of it , without making out its obligation from the true principles of the law of nature , and foundations of morality . But these incoherent apophthegms of philosophers and wise men , however excellent in themselves , and well ...
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... beauty ? that it was a question that none but a blind man could ask ; since any beautiful object doth so much attract the sight of all men , that it is in no man's power not to be pleased with it . Nor can any aversion or malignity ...
... beauty ? that it was a question that none but a blind man could ask ; since any beautiful object doth so much attract the sight of all men , that it is in no man's power not to be pleased with it . Nor can any aversion or malignity ...
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... beauty of the one , as the integrity of the other , under the cursed jurisdiction of drums and trumpets . " If it be possible , as much as lieth in you , live peaceably with all men , " was one of the primitive injunctions of ...
... beauty of the one , as the integrity of the other , under the cursed jurisdiction of drums and trumpets . " If it be possible , as much as lieth in you , live peaceably with all men , " was one of the primitive injunctions of ...
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Página 116 - Maenad, even from the dim verge Of the horizon to the zenith's height, The locks of the approaching storm. Thou dirge Of the dying year...
Página 128 - Her home is on the deep. With thunders from her native oak She quells the floods below, — As they roar on the shore, When the stormy tempests blow — When the battle rages loud and long, And the stormy winds do blow.
Página 32 - That time of year thou may'st in me behold When yellow leaves, or none, or few, do hang Upon those boughs which shake against the cold, Bare ruin'd choirs, where late the sweet birds sang. In me thou seest the twilight of such day, As after sunset fadeth in the west, Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all the rest.
Página 31 - Where are the songs of Spring? Ay, where are they? Think not of them, thou hast thy music too, While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day, And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue; Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn Among the river sallows, borne aloft Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies; And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn; Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft, And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
Página 57 - Are those her ribs through which the Sun Did peer, as through a grate? And is that Woman all her crew? Is that a DEATH? and are there two? Is DEATH that woman's mate?
Página 57 - I looked to heaven, and tried to pray; But or ever a prayer had gusht, A wicked whisper came, and made My heart as dry as dust. I closed my lids, and kept them close, And the balls like pulses beat; For the sky and the sea, and the sea and the sky.
Página 59 - It ceased; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Página 156 - Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we cannot hear it.
Página 56 - There passed a weary time. Each throat Was parched, and glazed each eye! — A weary time! a weary time How glazed each weary eye! When, looking westward, I beheld A something in the sky. At first it seemed a little speck, And then it seemed a mist; It moved and moved, and took at last A certain shape, I wist — A speck, a mist, a shape, I wist!
Página 56 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.