Ignorant EssaysD. Appleton, 1888 - 195 páginas |
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... imaginative fears , not our per- sonal terrors . The spectres of books have and can have nothing to do with us any more than the sufferings of the Israelites in the desert . When a person of our acquaintance dies , we inquire the ...
... imaginative fears , not our per- sonal terrors . The spectres of books have and can have nothing to do with us any more than the sufferings of the Israelites in the desert . When a person of our acquaintance dies , we inquire the ...
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... imagination expands and aspires under the stimulus of a page of tabulated figures ! How the fancy is excited , provoked , by the spectacle of an endless sea in which every quarter of the globe affords a bower for Britannia when it ...
... imagination expands and aspires under the stimulus of a page of tabulated figures ! How the fancy is excited , provoked , by the spectacle of an endless sea in which every quarter of the globe affords a bower for Britannia when it ...
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... imagination can bear the book I do not know . Bunyan had in- exhaustible invention , but no imagination . He saw a reason for things , not the things them- selves . No creation of the imagination can lack consequence or verisimilitude ...
... imagination can bear the book I do not know . Bunyan had in- exhaustible invention , but no imagination . He saw a reason for things , not the things them- selves . No creation of the imagination can lack consequence or verisimilitude ...
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... imagination may be there must always be sobriety of keeping in it or it is delirium not imagination , disease not inspiration . As far as I can see there is no trace of imagination , or even fancy , in the Pil- grim's Progress . The ...
... imagination may be there must always be sobriety of keeping in it or it is delirium not imagination , disease not inspiration . As far as I can see there is no trace of imagination , or even fancy , in the Pil- grim's Progress . The ...
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... imagination can like it is more than I can understand . If one has been familiar with it when young , one may tolerate it on the score of tenderness - tenderness for memories and laziness in new enterprises ; but I never yet knew any ...
... imagination can like it is more than I can understand . If one has been familiar with it when young , one may tolerate it on the score of tenderness - tenderness for memories and laziness in new enterprises ; but I never yet knew any ...
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Página 118 - That orbed maiden with white fire laden, Whom mortals call the moon, Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor, By the midnight breezes strewn ; And wherever the beat of her unseen feet, Which only the angels hear, May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof, The stars peep behind her and peer ; And I laugh to see them whirl and flee, Like a swarm of golden bees...
Página 92 - Fair youth, beneath the trees, thou canst not leave Thy song, nor ever can those trees be bare; Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss Though winning near the goal — yet, do not grieve; She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss, For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!
Página 188 - With half-dropt eyelids still, Beneath a heaven dark and holy, To watch the long bright river drawing slowly His waters from the purple hill— To hear the dewy echoes calling From cave to cave thro' the thick-twined vine— To watch the emerald-colour'd water falling Thro' many a wov'n acanthus-wreath divine!
Página 109 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
Página 98 - Yes, there must be a golden victory; There must be Gods thrown down, and trumpets blown Of triumph calm, and hymns of festival Upon the gold clouds metropolitan, Voices of soft proclaim, and silver stir 130 Of strings in hollow shells; and there shall be Beautiful things made new, for the surprise Of the sky-children; I will give command: Thea! Thea! Thea! where is Saturn?
Página 102 - Oft made Hyperion ache. His palace bright Bastion'd with pyramids of glowing gold, And touch'd with shade of bronzed obelisks...
Página 143 - And tell how now, amid wreck and sorrow, And want, and sickness, and houseless nights, He bides in calmness the silent morrow, That no ray lights. And lives he still, then ? Yes ! Old and hoary At thirty-nine, from despair and woe, He lives enduring what future story Will never know. Him grant a grave to, ye pitying noble, Deep in your bosoms ! There let him dwell ! He, too, had tears for all souls in trouble, Here and in hell.
Página 170 - Somewhere, I knew not where — somehow, I knew not how — by Borne beings, I knew not whom — a battle, a strife, an agony was conducting, was evolving like a great drama, or piece of music ; with which my sympathy was the more insupportable from my confusion as to its place, its cause, its nature, and its possible issue.
Página 169 - Anthem; and, like that, gave the feeling of a multitudinous movement, of infinite cavalcades filing off, and the tread of innumerable armies. The morning was come of a mighty day— a day of crisis and of ultimate hope for human nature, then suffering mysterious eclipse, and labouring in some dread extremity.
Página 141 - Tell how, disdaining all earth can give, He would have taught men, from wisdom's pages, The way to live. And tell how trampled, derided, hated, And worn by weakness, disease, and wrong, He fled for shelter to God, who mated His soul with song...