Critical and Miscellaneous Essays, Volume 3Carey and Hart, 1842 |
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... never here before - in the olden and golden time ? Those dips in the summits of the mountains seem to recall from oblivion memories of a morning all the same as this , enjoyed by us with a diffe- rent joy , almost as if then we were a ...
... never here before - in the olden and golden time ? Those dips in the summits of the mountains seem to recall from oblivion memories of a morning all the same as this , enjoyed by us with a diffe- rent joy , almost as if then we were a ...
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... never met the mouth of mortal man -- nor more delicious butter . salt it , sir , for a friend in Glasgow - but now and then we take a bite of the fresh -- let me put another spoonful of sugar into your tea , sir -- do oblige us a ...
... never met the mouth of mortal man -- nor more delicious butter . salt it , sir , for a friend in Glasgow - but now and then we take a bite of the fresh -- let me put another spoonful of sugar into your tea , sir -- do oblige us a ...
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... never did there live on earth A man of kindlier nature . The rough sports And teasing ways of children vexed not him : Indulgent listener was he to the tongue Of garrulous age ; nor did the sick man's tale , To his fraternal sympathy ...
... never did there live on earth A man of kindlier nature . The rough sports And teasing ways of children vexed not him : Indulgent listener was he to the tongue Of garrulous age ; nor did the sick man's tale , To his fraternal sympathy ...
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... never yet betray The heart that loved her , " the youth was " greater than he knew , " yet that there was someting great in , as well as about him , he felt- " Thus daily thirsting in that lonesome life , " for some diviner ...
... never yet betray The heart that loved her , " the youth was " greater than he knew , " yet that there was someting great in , as well as about him , he felt- " Thus daily thirsting in that lonesome life , " for some diviner ...
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... never sleeps - not even when its wearied body is heard snoring by people living in the next street . All the souls now in this world are for ever awake ; and this life , believe us , though in moral sadness it has often been rightly ...
... never sleeps - not even when its wearied body is heard snoring by people living in the next street . All the souls now in this world are for ever awake ; and this life , believe us , though in moral sadness it has often been rightly ...
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Page 49 - Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Page 341 - OFT, in the stilly night, Ere Slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me ; The smiles, the tears, Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus, in the stilly night...
Page 45 - 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...
Page 48 - Thy waters wasted them while they were free, And many a tyrant since; their shores obey The stranger, slave, or savage; their decay Has dried up realms to deserts: — not so thou, Unchangeable save to thy wild waves' play — Time writes no wrinkle on thine azure brow — Such as creation's dawn beheld, thou rollest noW.
Page 45 - 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, Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue.
Page 44 - But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din Of towns and cities, I have owed to them In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; And passing even into my purer mind...
Page 43 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh ! night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong ; Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along From peak to peak the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder ! Not from one lone cloud, But every mountain now hath found a tongue, And Jura answers through her misty shroud, Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud ! And this is in the night.
Page 334 - THERE is not in the wide world a valley so sweet As that vale in whose bosom the bright waters meet ;' Oh ! the last rays of feeling and life must depart, Ere the bloom of that valley shall fade from my heart.
Page 335 - No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close ; As the sun-flower turns on her god, when he sets, The same look which she turned when he rose.
Page 46 - Therefore am I still A lover of the meadows and the woods, And mountains; and of all that we behold From this green earth; of all the mighty world Of eye and ear, both what they half create, And what perceive; well pleased to recognise In nature and the language of the sense, The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul Of all my moral being.