A Second Gallery of Literary PortraitsJ. Hogg, 1852 - 330 sider |
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... poetical works , we may trace his whole life over again , as in a calm under- current ; not that , in point of chronological order , his works form a complete scale of the man ; inasmuch as Paradise Lost , " in which his genius ...
... poetical works , we may trace his whole life over again , as in a calm under- current ; not that , in point of chronological order , his works form a complete scale of the man ; inasmuch as Paradise Lost , " in which his genius ...
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... poetical , but cer- tainly by no means the least characteristic of his works . In style and imagery , it is bare as a skeleton , but you see it to be the skeleton of a Samson . It is the purest piece of literary sculp- ture in any ...
... poetical , but cer- tainly by no means the least characteristic of his works . In style and imagery , it is bare as a skeleton , but you see it to be the skeleton of a Samson . It is the purest piece of literary sculp- ture in any ...
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... poetical manual , like the " Pilgrim's Progress , " commending itself to the hearts of all who have hearts to feel its meaning ; nor is it a work valuable to a party , as having enshrined and transfigured some party notion , which ...
... poetical manual , like the " Pilgrim's Progress , " commending itself to the hearts of all who have hearts to feel its meaning ; nor is it a work valuable to a party , as having enshrined and transfigured some party notion , which ...
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... poetical power . He sees clearly , he selects judiciously for effect from among the points he does see , and he paints them with a pencil dipped in his own fiery heart . He was the last representative of the English character of mind ...
... poetical power . He sees clearly , he selects judiciously for effect from among the points he does see , and he paints them with a pencil dipped in his own fiery heart . He was the last representative of the English character of mind ...
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... poetical creed , feelings , sen- timents , habits , and character , no two men could be more dis- similar . We remember a pilgrimage we made some years ago to Loch- nagar . As we ascended , a mist came down LORD BYRON . 39.
... poetical creed , feelings , sen- timents , habits , and character , no two men could be more dis- similar . We remember a pilgrimage we made some years ago to Loch- nagar . As we ascended , a mist came down LORD BYRON . 39.
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Side 13 - Typhon huge ending in snaky twine : Our Babe, to show His Godhead true, Can in His swaddling bands control the damned crew.
Side 263 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter, and then cease ; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say " Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Side 34 - And thus I saw the horses in the vision, and them that sat on them, having breastplates of fire, and of jacinth, and brimstone: and the heads of the horses were as the heads of lions : and out of their mouths issued fire and smoke and brimstone.
Side 155 - Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho...
Side 157 - And one : * He had not wholly quench'd his power; A little grain of conscience made him sour.' At last I heard a voice upon the slope Cry to the summit, ' Is there any hope ? ' To which an answer peal'd from that high land, But in a tongue no man could understand ; And on the glimmering limit far withdrawn God made Himself an awful rose of dawn.
Side 13 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Side 30 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love, Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow [Kneels.
Side 66 - Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it...
Side 152 - Ancient founts of inspiration well thro' all my fancy yet. Howsoever these things be, a long farewell to Locksley Hall! Now for me the woods may wither, now for me the roof-tree fall. Comes a vapor from the margin, blackening over heath and holt, Cramming all the blast before it, in its breast a thunderbolt. Let it fall on Locksley Hall, with rain or hail, or fire or snow; For the mighty wind arises, roaring seaward, and I go.
Side 151 - When the centuries behind me like a fruitful land reposed ; When I clung to all the present for the promise that it closed : When I...