Critical and Miscellaneous Writings of T. Noon TalfourdCarey and Hart, 1842 - 354 sider |
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... delight . Bolingbroke ever expresses his ideas with clearness and force . His thoughts appear to flow from his mind as easily as rays of light from the sun . He speaks right to the reader's soul , and infuses into him the feelings which ...
... delight . Bolingbroke ever expresses his ideas with clearness and force . His thoughts appear to flow from his mind as easily as rays of light from the sun . He speaks right to the reader's soul , and infuses into him the feelings which ...
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... delights " secret , sweet , and pre- cious . " It is possible that , in particular instances , their effects may be baneful ; but , on the whole , we are persuaded they are good . The world is not in danger of becoming too ro- mantic ...
... delights " secret , sweet , and pre- cious . " It is possible that , in particular instances , their effects may be baneful ; but , on the whole , we are persuaded they are good . The world is not in danger of becoming too ro- mantic ...
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... delight ; he discovers feelings in his own breast , and awakens sympa- thies in ours , which shall assuredly one day have real and stable objects to rest on ! The early times of England - unlike those of Spain - were not rich in ...
... delight ; he discovers feelings in his own breast , and awakens sympa- thies in ours , which shall assuredly one day have real and stable objects to rest on ! The early times of England - unlike those of Spain - were not rich in ...
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... delightful than it seems to common experience , by disclosing those of its dear immunities , which we little think of , even when we enjoy them . How delicious are all his refreshments at all his inns ! How vivid are the transient joys ...
... delightful than it seems to common experience , by disclosing those of its dear immunities , which we little think of , even when we enjoy them . How delicious are all his refreshments at all his inns ! How vivid are the transient joys ...
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... his growing plantations as they rise , and seem to water them with our tears ! The exceeding vividness of all the descriptions are more delight- ful when combined with the lonelines and distance of the ON BRITISH NOVELS AND ROMANCES . 15.
... his growing plantations as they rise , and seem to water them with our tears ! The exceeding vividness of all the descriptions are more delight- ful when combined with the lonelines and distance of the ON BRITISH NOVELS AND ROMANCES . 15.
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Side 121 - Hence, in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea, Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Side 118 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Side 122 - The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Side 121 - I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality; Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Side 120 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised...
Side 118 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth ; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Not harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts ; a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the round ocean and the living air, And the blue sky, and in the mind of man...
Side 182 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of reason.
Side 79 - Still roll ; where all the aspects of misery Predominate; whose strong effects are such As he must bear, being powerless to redress; And that unless above himself he can Erect himself, how poor a thing is man...
Side 104 - The appearance, instantaneously disclosed, Was of a mighty city, boldly say A wilderness of building, sinking far And self-withdrawn into a boundless depth, Far sinking into splendour — without end! Fabric it seemed of diamond and of gold, With alabaster domes, and silver spires, And blazing terrace upon terrace, high Uplifted; here, serene pavilions bright...
Side 121 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing...