The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 94Atlantic Monthly Company, 1904 |
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Page 8
... sense of relief at the ending of a long task , and was not succeeded by a period of re- pose . He had begun in the autumn of 1858 to question the correctness of con- victions concerning the fine arts which he had hitherto held firmly ...
... sense of relief at the ending of a long task , and was not succeeded by a period of re- pose . He had begun in the autumn of 1858 to question the correctness of con- victions concerning the fine arts which he had hitherto held firmly ...
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... sense of relief from crime and sin committed . It had passed away , was put off from himself . He was to come once more into peace ! The upspringing life of the reincarnated earth chanted all about him but one song : " Here I leave my ...
... sense of relief from crime and sin committed . It had passed away , was put off from himself . He was to come once more into peace ! The upspringing life of the reincarnated earth chanted all about him but one song : " Here I leave my ...
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... sense perception , and the instinct of self- preservation . Stickeen does as his master bids him , and he is human only in the hu- man emotions of fear , despair , joy , that he shows . In Mr. Egerton Young's book , called My Dogs of ...
... sense perception , and the instinct of self- preservation . Stickeen does as his master bids him , and he is human only in the hu- man emotions of fear , despair , joy , that he shows . In Mr. Egerton Young's book , called My Dogs of ...
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... sense grows chill , we may betake ourselves and breathe a richer atmosphere . In another aspect poetry is merely the arrangement of words in a certain order ; it is a matter of empirical psychology . Poets are practical psychologists ...
... sense grows chill , we may betake ourselves and breathe a richer atmosphere . In another aspect poetry is merely the arrangement of words in a certain order ; it is a matter of empirical psychology . Poets are practical psychologists ...
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... sense and sound are fatally imprisoned in the Petrarchan sonnet , and must stay there forever ; they are stored where time doth not corrupt them , neither can translators break in and steal . But from the days of Wyatt and Surrey to ...
... sense and sound are fatally imprisoned in the Petrarchan sonnet , and must stay there forever ; they are stored where time doth not corrupt them , neither can translators break in and steal . But from the days of Wyatt and Surrey to ...
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Page 678 - And if ye call on the Father, who without respect of persons judgeth according to every man's work, pass the time of your sojourning here in fear...
Page 681 - And he lifted up his face to the window, and said, Who is on my side ? who ? And there looked out to him two or three eunuchs.
Page 310 - It is strange how every body do now-a-days reflect upon Oliver, and commend him, what brave things he did, and made all the neighbour princes fear him ; while here a prince, come in with all the love and prayers and good liking of his people, who have given greater signs of loyalty and willingness to serve him with their estates than ever was done by any people, hath lost all so soon, that it is a miracle what way a man could devise to lose so much...
Page 661 - At once there rose so wild a yell Within that dark and narrow dell, As all the fiends, from heaven that fell, Had peal'd the banner-cry of hell! Forth from the pass in tumult driven, Like chaff before the wind of heaven, The archery appear: For life ! for life ! their flight they ply— And shriek, and shout, and battle-cry, And plaids and bonnets waving high, And broad-swords flashing to the sky, Are maddening in the rear. Onward they drive, in dreadful race, Pursuers and pursued; Before that tide...
Page 125 - It is the common fate of the indolent to see their rights become a prey to the active. The condition upon which God hath given liberty to man is eternal vigilance...
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Page 405 - I should belie my own conscience, if I said less, than that I think WH to be, in his natural and healthy state, one of the wisest and finest spirits breathing. So far from being ashamed of that intimacy, which was betwixt us, it is my boast that I was able for so many years to have preserved it entire; and I think I shall go to my grave without finding, or expecting to find, such another companion.
Page 684 - O Lord, from whom all good things do come ; Grant to us thy humble servants, that by thy holy inspiration 'we may think those things that be good, and by thy merciful guiding may perform the same ; through our Lord Jesus Christ.
Page 662 - It may be pertinacity," said he, at length ; " but to my eye these grey hills and all this wild border country have beauties peculiar to themselves. I like the very nakedness of the land ; it has something bold, and stern, and solitary about it. When I have been for some time in the rich scenery about Edinburgh, which is like ornamented garden land, I begin to wish myself back again among my own honest grey hills ; and if I did not see the heather at least once a year, I think I should die!
Page 382 - ... together, and walked together that evening on the hills above, where the fireflies among the scented thickets shone fitfully in the still undarkened air. How they shone ! moving like fine-broken starlight through the purple leaves. How they shone ! through the sunset that faded into thunderous night as I entered Siena three days before, the white edges of the mountainous clouds still lighted from the west, and the openly golden sky calm behind the Gate of Siena's heart with its still golden words,...