Essays and PoemsCharles C. Little and James Brown, 1839 - 175 pages |
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... breast of flame , passions of almost infinite growth , burning with intensest rage . There is seen a conflict of " those thoughts that wander through eternity , " at the sight of which we lose all sense of the material terrors of that ...
... breast of flame , passions of almost infinite growth , burning with intensest rage . There is seen a conflict of " those thoughts that wander through eternity , " at the sight of which we lose all sense of the material terrors of that ...
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... breast ; and the contemplation of such a character , if it does not make us as good as it might have done , had he drawn it with higher motives , will yet make us better , as the sight of it does in actual life . But the latter was not ...
... breast ; and the contemplation of such a character , if it does not make us as good as it might have done , had he drawn it with higher motives , will yet make us better , as the sight of it does in actual life . But the latter was not ...
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... breasts of others ; else , some of the sounds which would otherwise come clear and distinct will fall faint and unmeaning , and others will be entirely lost to our spiritual ear . Shakspeare's mind was , as we have said , a pure and ...
... breasts of others ; else , some of the sounds which would otherwise come clear and distinct will fall faint and unmeaning , and others will be entirely lost to our spiritual ear . Shakspeare's mind was , as we have said , a pure and ...
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... breast of Hamlet , when the idea of death and the presence of things invisible , stood sensible to sight and touch before him . This thought , breaking upon him in so terrible and unexpected a form , tore from life , at one rude grasp ...
... breast of Hamlet , when the idea of death and the presence of things invisible , stood sensible to sight and touch before him . This thought , breaking upon him in so terrible and unexpected a form , tore from life , at one rude grasp ...
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... breast , Where deep those cruel teeth have prest , Nor bid thee raise thy ruffled crest , And seek thy mate , Who sits alone within thy nest , Nor sees thy fate . No more with him in summer hours Thou❜lt hum amid the leafy bowers , Nor ...
... breast , Where deep those cruel teeth have prest , Nor bid thee raise thy ruffled crest , And seek thy mate , Who sits alone within thy nest , Nor sees thy fate . No more with him in summer hours Thou❜lt hum amid the leafy bowers , Nor ...
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Page 78 - I have given suck, and know How tender 'tis to love the babe that milks me: I would, while it was smiling in my face, Have pluck'd my nipple from his boneless gums, And dash'd the brains out, had I so sworn as you Have done to this.
Page 46 - tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, ^ That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Page 104 - Our revels now are ended... These our actors, As I foretold you, were all spirits, and Are melted into air, into thin air, And, like the baseless fabric of this vision, The cloud-capped towers, the gorgeous palaces, The solemn temples, the great globe itself, Yea, all which it inherit, shall dissolve, And, like this insubstantial pageant faded, Leave not a rack behind: we are such stuff As dreams are made on; and our little life Is rounded with a sleep..
Page 92 - O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown ! The courtier's, soldier's, scholar's, eye, tongue, sword : The expectancy and rose of the fair state, The glass of fashion and the mould of form, The observed of all observers, quite, quite down!
Page 59 - The homely nurse doth all she can To make her foster-child, her inmate, Man, Forget the glories he hath known, And that imperial palace whence he came. Behold the Child among his new-born blisses, A six years
Page 92 - Makes mouths at the invisible event, Exposing what is mortal and unsure To all that fortune, death and danger dare, Even for an egg-shell.
Page 72 - There are who ask not if thine eye Be on them; who, in love and truth Where no misgiving is, rely Upon the genial sense of youth: Glad hearts! without reproach or blot, Who do thy work, and know it not: Oh ! if through confidence misplaced They fail, thy saving arms, dread Power!
Page 24 - 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...
Page 34 - I was confirmed in this opinion, that he who would not be frustrate of his hope to write well hereafter in laudable things, ought himself to be a true poem...
Page 46 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod...