Ignorant EssaysD. Appleton, 1888 - 195 páginas |
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... kind . A ghost need not wear a white sheet and have intelligible designs on personal property . A ghost need not be the spirit of a dead person . A ghost need have no moral mission whatever . I once met a haunted man , a man who had ...
... kind . A ghost need not wear a white sheet and have intelligible designs on personal property . A ghost need not be the spirit of a dead person . A ghost need have no moral mission whatever . I once met a haunted man , a man who had ...
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... kind , and with scopes the contemplation of which would split our tenement of clay . They are the arch - angelic hierarchs of man , the ultimate condition of the race , the spirit of this planet distilled by the sun . THE BEST TWO BOOKS ...
... kind , and with scopes the contemplation of which would split our tenement of clay . They are the arch - angelic hierarchs of man , the ultimate condition of the race , the spirit of this planet distilled by the sun . THE BEST TWO BOOKS ...
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... kind or other . It contains , moreover , either direct or indirect reference to every man in the United Kingdoms of Great Britain and Ireland . If you occupy a prominent official position in any walk in life , you will find yourself ...
... kind or other . It contains , moreover , either direct or indirect reference to every man in the United Kingdoms of Great Britain and Ireland . If you occupy a prominent official position in any walk in life , you will find yourself ...
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... kind , and the only support a philosophic mind rejects with disdain is a first principle of any kind . Now , the fables we tolerate , nay , admire as children , are in ima- ginative literature what first principles are in that branch of ...
... kind , and the only support a philosophic mind rejects with disdain is a first principle of any kind . Now , the fables we tolerate , nay , admire as children , are in ima- ginative literature what first principles are in that branch of ...
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... kind . This is a lie , pure and simple ; a lie no doubt told with a good object , but a lie all the same . Cobbett had too much common - sense not to know that it is not always " thus " with the " unjust . " As a rule , the unjust go ...
... kind . This is a lie , pure and simple ; a lie no doubt told with a good object , but a lie all the same . Cobbett had too much common - sense not to know that it is not always " thus " with the " unjust . " As a rule , the unjust go ...
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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...