Critical and Miscellaneous Writings of T. Noon TalfourdCarey and Hart, 1842 - 354 sider |
Fra bogen
Resultater 1-5 af 32
Side 17
... majesty in her terrors . She produces more effect by whispers and slender hints than ever was attained by the most vivid display of horrors . Her conclusions are tame and impotent almost without example . But while her spells actually ...
... majesty in her terrors . She produces more effect by whispers and slender hints than ever was attained by the most vivid display of horrors . Her conclusions are tame and impotent almost without example . But while her spells actually ...
Side 27
... majesty the Highland scenes , where Ronald of the Mist lay hidden ; and in terrific sublimity the rising of the sea on Fairport Sands , and the perils of Sir Arthur Wardour and his daughter ? Our author's scene of comparative bar ...
... majesty the Highland scenes , where Ronald of the Mist lay hidden ; and in terrific sublimity the rising of the sea on Fairport Sands , and the perils of Sir Arthur Wardour and his daughter ? Our author's scene of comparative bar ...
Side 28
... majesty of our nature , its deep affections , and undying powers . This is true , not only of the divine enthusiasm of Flora Mac Ivor - of the sweet heroism of Jeannie Deans — of the angelic tenderness and fortitude of Rebecca , but of ...
... majesty of our nature , its deep affections , and undying powers . This is true , not only of the divine enthusiasm of Flora Mac Ivor - of the sweet heroism of Jeannie Deans — of the angelic tenderness and fortitude of Rebecca , but of ...
Side 32
... majesty . It is seldom , indeed , that the terrors of our author offend or shock us , because they are accompanied by that reconciling power which softens without breaking the cur- rent of our sympathies . But there are some few ...
... majesty . It is seldom , indeed , that the terrors of our author offend or shock us , because they are accompanied by that reconciling power which softens without breaking the cur- rent of our sympathies . But there are some few ...
Side 36
... majesty of man . He takes the simplest and most ordinary emotions of our nature , and makes us feel the springs of delight or of agony which they contain , the stupendous force which lies hid within them , and the sublime mysteries with ...
... majesty of man . He takes the simplest and most ordinary emotions of our nature , and makes us feel the springs of delight or of agony which they contain , the stupendous force which lies hid within them , and the sublime mysteries with ...
Andre udgaver - Se alle
Critical and Miscellaneous Writings of T. Noon Talfourd Thomas Noon Talfourd, Sir Ingen forhåndsvisning - 2016 |
Almindelige termer og sætninger
admiration affections amidst appears bard beauty breath cause character colouring Coriolanus court criticism death deep delicate delight divine dream earth Edinburgh Review eloquence emotions eternal excite exhibit exquisite faculties fancy fantastic feeling genius gentle give glorious glory grace grandeur happy harmony Hazlitt heart heaven honour hope human Iago images imagination immortal inspired intense Julius Cæsar justice King's Bench less Lisbon living look Lord Lord Byron lordship majesty marriage Middle Temple mighty mind moral nature ness never Nisi Prius noble noblest Old Bailey once Othello passion pleasure poems poet poetical poetry racters render rich romance Rylstone scarcely scene seems sense sentiment Shakspeare shed Sir Thomas Browne solemn sorrow soul species specta spirit strange sublime sweet sympathy Tagus taste Temple things thought tion touch tragedy truth vast virtue voice wild Wordsworth youth
Populære passager
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...