Evenings in Autumn: On the blindness of Homer, Ossian, and Milton. The Valley of the Rye, continued. On the character and writings of Sir Thomas Browne. Critical remarks on "The judgment, a vision", a poem by Mr. Hillhouse of New York. Remarks on social worship - the village churchLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1822 |
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... passing storm , throw over the aspect and impression of the scene . If a sense of majesty and sublimity , however , be the general emotion felt on contemplating the ruin itself , frowning , as it still seems to do , with baronial ...
... passing storm , throw over the aspect and impression of the scene . If a sense of majesty and sublimity , however , be the general emotion felt on contemplating the ruin itself , frowning , as it still seems to do , with baronial ...
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... passed through it in their way to the great gate of the castle . " How calm and soothing is this scene , " said the latter , as he hearkened to the cadence of the river ; and how refreshing to the wearied spirits ! more especially , if ...
... passed through it in their way to the great gate of the castle . " How calm and soothing is this scene , " said the latter , as he hearkened to the cadence of the river ; and how refreshing to the wearied spirits ! more especially , if ...
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... passing beneath this noble arch - way , defend- ed as it is by double gates , and flanked by two towers of massy strength , was necessarily highly solemn and impressive ; and such , indeed , was its influence on the susceptible ...
... passing beneath this noble arch - way , defend- ed as it is by double gates , and flanked by two towers of massy strength , was necessarily highly solemn and impressive ; and such , indeed , was its influence on the susceptible ...
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... passing hour . The increasing gloom , however , which was gathering deep within the precincts of the castle , and the last farewell of the descending sun , tinging with a long line of bright red the verge of the western horizon , at ...
... passing hour . The increasing gloom , however , which was gathering deep within the precincts of the castle , and the last farewell of the descending sun , tinging with a long line of bright red the verge of the western horizon , at ...
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... passing within his breast . He had , indeed , been more or less than man , if the discovery which he had just made , preceded as it was by all the circum- stances and events we have recorded , had not made an impression on his heart ...
... passing within his breast . He had , indeed , been more or less than man , if the discovery which he had just made , preceded as it was by all the circum- stances and events we have recorded , had not made an impression on his heart ...
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Page 271 - Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note. Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of ev'n or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Page 282 - The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon, When she deserts the night, Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.
Page 36 - In the first rank of these did Zimri' stand, A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Page 190 - O thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers ! Whence are thy beams, O sun ! thy everlasting light ! Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty ; the stars hide themselves in the sky ; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave ; but thou thyself movest aloive.
Page 278 - To hoarse or mute, though fallen on evil days, On evil days though fallen, and evil tongues, In darkness, and with dangers compassed round, And solitude ; yet not alone, while thou Visit'st my slumbers nightly, or when morn Purples the east. Still govern thou my song, Urania, and fit audience find, though few.
Page 270 - Thee I revisit safe, And feel thy sovran vital lamp ; but thou Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Or dim suffusion veiled.
Page 208 - There is surely a piece of divinity in us, something that was before the elements, and owes no homage unto the sun. Nature tells me I am the image of God, as well as Scripture : he that understands not thus much, hath not his introduction or first lesson, and is yet to begin the alphabet of man.
Page 205 - I do embrace it; for even that vulgar and tavern music, which makes one man merry, another mad, strikes in me a deep fit of devotion, and a profound contemplation of the first composer.
Page 270 - HAIL, holy Light, offspring of heaven first-born, Or of the eternal co-eternal beam, May I express thee unblamed ? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate.
Page 95 - Men that look no further than their outsides, think health an appurtenance unto life, and quarrel with their constitutions for being sick ; but I, that have examined the parts of man, and know upon what tender filaments that fabric hangs, do wonder that we are not always so ; and, considering the thousand doors that lead to death, do thank my God that we can die but once.