Essays in Biography and Criticism: Charles Kingsley. Thomas Babington Macaulay. Sir Archibald Alison. Samuel Taylor Coleridge. Wellington. Napoleon Bonaparte. Plato. Charateristics of Christian civilization. The modern university. The pulpit and the press. "The testimony of the rocks." A defenceGould and Lincoln, 1867 |
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... poetic type as distinctively as Shelley's , and we say , without hesitation , that his influence on his time - extending , as it does , mainly , if not solely , over those who have become acquainted with his writings dur- ing the period ...
... poetic type as distinctively as Shelley's , and we say , without hesitation , that his influence on his time - extending , as it does , mainly , if not solely , over those who have become acquainted with his writings dur- ing the period ...
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... poetry about the island in the Pacific , suddenly drags him away to visit certain scenes which he knows in London , and which , by Sandy's irresistible recommendation , become thenceforth the sole subjects of Alton's muse . The boy's ...
... poetry about the island in the Pacific , suddenly drags him away to visit certain scenes which he knows in London , and which , by Sandy's irresistible recommendation , become thenceforth the sole subjects of Alton's muse . The boy's ...
Side 28
... poetry there ! Is no ' the verra idea o ' the classic tragedy defined to be , man con- quered by circumstance ? Canna ye see it there ? And the verra idea of the modern tragedy , man conquering cir- cumstance ? And I'll show ye that ...
... poetry there ! Is no ' the verra idea o ' the classic tragedy defined to be , man con- quered by circumstance ? Canna ye see it there ? And the verra idea of the modern tragedy , man conquering cir- cumstance ? And I'll show ye that ...
Side 29
... poetry there ? That puir lassie , dying on the bare boards , and seeing her Saviour in her dreams , is there no poetry there , callant ? That ould body owre the fire , wi ' her " an officer's dochter , " is there no poetry there ...
... poetry there ? That puir lassie , dying on the bare boards , and seeing her Saviour in her dreams , is there no poetry there , callant ? That ould body owre the fire , wi ' her " an officer's dochter , " is there no poetry there ...
Side 31
... poets , philosophers , where will you find the true demagogue , the speaker to man simply as man , the friend of publicans and sinners , the stern foe of the scribe and the pharisee , with whom was no respect of persons ? Socrates and ...
... poets , philosophers , where will you find the true demagogue , the speaker to man simply as man , the friend of publicans and sinners , the stern foe of the scribe and the pharisee , with whom was no respect of persons ? Socrates and ...
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admiration Alton Locke ancient army assertion attained beauty British calm campaign Carboniferous Carlyle century character Christianity Church civilization Coleridge Coleridge's command conservatism distinct earnest earth endeavor essays Europe exhibit fact fire French French Revolution gaze Genesis genius geologic geologic periods glance gleam glory hand heart heaven honor Hugh Miller human idea important influence intellectual Kingsley Kingsley's knowledge light literary look Macaulay Macaulay's Manicheism Massena ment mighty Miller Milton mind modern moral Mosaic Mosaic record Napoleon Napoleon Bonaparte nations nature never noble Old Red Sandstone once period philosophy Plato poetry political present principles Protestantism pulpit question reader Reformation religion remark Samuel Taylor Coleridge scheme SECOND SERIES seems Sir Archibald Sir Archibald Alison soldier soul speak spirit sympathy theory thought tion Toulon true truth University valor victory Wellington whole words worship writer youth
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Side 141 - All in a hot and copper sky, The bloody Sun, at noon, Right up above the mast did stand, No bigger than the Moon. Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean.
Side 136 - COLERIDGE sat on the brow of Highgate Hill, in those years, looking down on London and its smoke-tumult, like a sage escaped from the inanity of life's battle ; attracting towards him the thoughts of innumerable brave souls still engaged there.
Side 141 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, — A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Side 51 - And crushed and torn beneath his claws the princely hunters lay. Ho! strike the flagstaff deep, Sir Knight: ho! scatter flowers, fair maids: Ho! gunners, fire a loud salute: ho! gallants, draw your blades: Thou sun, shine on her joyously; ye breezes, waft her wide; Our glorious SEMPER EADEM, the banner of our pride.
Side 119 - Forlorn ! I hail thee Brother — spite of the fool's scorn! ' And fain would take thee with me, in the Dell Of Peace and mild Equality to dwell...
Side 58 - And she may still exist in undiminished vigour when some traveller from New Zealand shall, in the midst of a vast solitude, take his stand on a broken arch of London Bridge to sketch the ruins of St. Paul's.
Side 137 - ... would suit him best, but continually shifted, in corkscrew fashion, and kept trying both. A heavy-laden, high-aspiring, and surely much-suffering man.
Side 57 - She saw the commencement of all the governments and of all the ecclesiastical establishments that now exist in the world ; and we feel no assurance that she is not destined to see the end of them all.
Side 145 - Coleridge, to many people, and often I have heard the complaint, seemed to wander; and he seemed then to wander the most when, in fact, his resistance to the wandering instinct was greatest — viz. when the compass and huge circuit, by which his illustrations moved, travelled farthest into remote regions before they began to revolve. Long before this coming round commenced, most people had lost him, and naturally enough supposed that he had lost himself. They continued to admire the separate beauty...
Side 51 - With his white hair unbonneted, the stout old sheriff comes ; Behind him march the halberdiers, before him sound the drums ; His yeomen, round the market-cross, make clear an ample space, For there behoves him to set up the standard of her Grace.