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... ness and perfection . " - Lord Brougham . " We are more gratified than we can find words to express , to find a publishing house in this country putting forth a publication like the complete works of Lord Bacon , in a form at once ...
... ness and perfection . " - Lord Brougham . " We are more gratified than we can find words to express , to find a publishing house in this country putting forth a publication like the complete works of Lord Bacon , in a form at once ...
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... of his name . He is the sport of fortune rolled about through the " many ways of wretched- ness " almost without resistance , but ever catching those tastes of joy which are every where to be relished 14 TALFOURD'S MISCELLANEOUS WRITINGS .
... of his name . He is the sport of fortune rolled about through the " many ways of wretched- ness " almost without resistance , but ever catching those tastes of joy which are every where to be relished 14 TALFOURD'S MISCELLANEOUS WRITINGS .
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... ness , all the little circumstances which aided its progress ! What an idea , in a single expression , does Julia give of the depth and the tenderness of her affection , when describing herself as taking lessons in drawing from her ...
... ness , all the little circumstances which aided its progress ! What an idea , in a single expression , does Julia give of the depth and the tenderness of her affection , when describing herself as taking lessons in drawing from her ...
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... ness to all else — her yet quenchless hate to the object of her youthful vengeance , animating her frame with unearthly fire -her dying fancies that she is about to follow her mistress , and the broken images of old grandeur which flit ...
... ness to all else — her yet quenchless hate to the object of her youthful vengeance , animating her frame with unearthly fire -her dying fancies that she is about to follow her mistress , and the broken images of old grandeur which flit ...
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... ness which assures their existence even to ungifted mor- tals . Its subjects are the true , the universal , and the last- ing . Its distinguishing property has no relation to dimness , or indistinctness , or dazzling radiance , or ...
... ness which assures their existence even to ungifted mor- tals . Its subjects are the true , the universal , and the last- ing . Its distinguishing property has no relation to dimness , or indistinctness , or dazzling radiance , or ...
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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...