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Pagina 10
... letter or from her own lips . I heard sooner than I looked for , as you shall see . - After I had been walking swiftly up and down for an hour or more , slapping my hands against my sides to keep them warm , for it was so cold I ached ...
... letter or from her own lips . I heard sooner than I looked for , as you shall see . - After I had been walking swiftly up and down for an hour or more , slapping my hands against my sides to keep them warm , for it was so cold I ached ...
Pagina 16
... letter from chest - room of the Intendance , ' he ex- your brother . He begs me to use influ- plained , but as yet I do not know by ence for his advancement . You see he whom , nor am I sure why . After two writes to me instead of to ...
... letter from chest - room of the Intendance , ' he ex- your brother . He begs me to use influ- plained , but as yet I do not know by ence for his advancement . You see he whom , nor am I sure why . After two writes to me instead of to ...
Pagina 50
... letter : - ―― SIR , You reduced me to a jelly re my Throbs of Genius . Can you find it in you to discover balm in Gilead for After - Throbs ? Your broken - boned AUGUSTUS JINKS.1 He wrote too late . My review of After - Throbs appeared ...
... letter : - ―― SIR , You reduced me to a jelly re my Throbs of Genius . Can you find it in you to discover balm in Gilead for After - Throbs ? Your broken - boned AUGUSTUS JINKS.1 He wrote too late . My review of After - Throbs appeared ...
Pagina 51
... letter shows that she might have done some- thing better than write sonnets . Any- body can write sonnets , though few can read them . The following letter was written to one of my uncles , a young barrister , by Major John Cartwright ...
... letter shows that she might have done some- thing better than write sonnets . Any- body can write sonnets , though few can read them . The following letter was written to one of my uncles , a young barrister , by Major John Cartwright ...
Pagina 53
... letter was addressed was a correspondent of Pascal Paoli , the Corsican patriot , and of Mrs. Hemans ; I have letters addressed to her by both of them . J. Rickman , who franked it , was the secretary of the Speaker of the House of ...
... letter was addressed was a correspondent of Pascal Paoli , the Corsican patriot , and of Mrs. Hemans ; I have letters addressed to her by both of them . J. Rickman , who franked it , was the secretary of the Speaker of the House of ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 267 - And we fairies, that do run By the triple Hecate's team, From the presence of the sun, Following darkness like a dream, Now are frolic : not a mouse Shall disturb this hallow'd house : I am sent with broom before, To sweep the dust behind the door.
Pagina 393 - I consider as an echo of the former, coexisting with the conscious will, yet still as identical with the primary in the kind of its agency, and differing only in degree, and in the mode of its operation. It dissolves, diffuses, dissipates, in order to re-create ; or where this process is rendered impossible, yet still at all events it struggles to idealize and to unify. It is essentially vital, even as all objects (as objects) are essentially fixed and dead.
Pagina 402 - Ah! Then, if mine had been the Painter's hand, To express what then I saw, and add the gleam, The light that never was, on sea or land, The consecration, and the Poet's dream; I would have planted thee, thou hoary Pile Amid a world how different from this!
Pagina 393 - The primary Imagination I hold to be the living power and prime agent of all human perception, and as a repetition in the finite mind of the eternal act of creation in the infinite I AM...
Pagina 164 - That they are not a pipe for fortune's finger To sound what stop she please. Give me that man That is not passion's slave, and I will wear him In my heart's core, ay, in my heart of heart, As I do thee.
Pagina 367 - The cup of forbearance had been exhausted, even before the recent information from the frontier of the Del Norte. But now, after reiterated menaces, Mexico has passed the boundary of the United States, has invaded our territory, and shed American blood upon the American soil.
Pagina 481 - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Pagina 395 - For all that meets the bodily sense I deem Symbolical, one mighty alphabet For infant minds ; and we in this low world Placed with our backs to bright reality, That we may learn with young unwounded ken The substance from its shadow.
Pagina 617 - They that sow in tears shall reap in joy. He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him.
Pagina 391 - Samuel Taylor Coleridge — Logician, Metaphysician, Bard! — How have I seen the casual passer through the Cloisters stand still, entranced with admiration (while he weighed the disproportion between the speech and the garb of the young Mirandula), to hear thee unfold, in thy deep and sweet intonations, the mysteries of Jamblichus, or Plotinus (for even in those years thou waxedst not pale at such philosophic draughts), or reciting Homer in his Greek, or Pindar— —while the walls of the old...