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... beauty which we never cease to feel . How natural and tear - moving is the letter of Savillon to his friend , describing the scenes of his early love , and recalling , with intense vivid- ness , all the little circumstances which aided ...
... beauty which we never cease to feel . How natural and tear - moving is the letter of Savillon to his friend , describing the scenes of his early love , and recalling , with intense vivid- ness , all the little circumstances which aided ...
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... beauty , or the wildest region of the mountains - because the heart of the poet is all in all - and the visible objects of his love are not dear to us for their own colours or forms , but for the sentiment which he has linked to them ...
... beauty , or the wildest region of the mountains - because the heart of the poet is all in all - and the visible objects of his love are not dear to us for their own colours or forms , but for the sentiment which he has linked to them ...
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... beauty can ex- ceed the description of the ruins of St. Ruth ; in the lovelily romantic the approach to the pass of Aberfoil ; in varied lus- tre the winding shores of Ellangowan bay ; in rude and dreary majesty the Highland scenes ...
... beauty can ex- ceed the description of the ruins of St. Ruth ; in the lovelily romantic the approach to the pass of Aberfoil ; in varied lus- tre the winding shores of Ellangowan bay ; in rude and dreary majesty the Highland scenes ...
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... become half acquainted with its mysteries . The old king's beadman has not journeyed for years in vain among the hills and woods ; their beauty has sunk into his soul ; and his days seem bound each to each by " by THE AUTHOR OF WAVERLY .
... become half acquainted with its mysteries . The old king's beadman has not journeyed for years in vain among the hills and woods ; their beauty has sunk into his soul ; and his days seem bound each to each by " by THE AUTHOR OF WAVERLY .
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... beauty , as in Pattieson's description of his sensations in his evening walks after the feverish drudgery of his school - with wild yet graceful fantasies , as in the songs of Davie Gellatly - or with visionary and aërial shapes , like ...
... beauty , as in Pattieson's description of his sensations in his evening walks after the feverish drudgery of his school - with wild yet graceful fantasies , as in the songs of Davie Gellatly - or with visionary and aërial shapes , like ...
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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...