Essays in Biography and Criticism, Volume 1Gould and Lincoln, 1860 |
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Pagina xi
... feeling of the total powerlessness of his opponents had made him careless in the use of his weapons . There are things too ghostly to stand the blow of an argumentative club ; it passes through them as through air ; and so profound is ...
... feeling of the total powerlessness of his opponents had made him careless in the use of his weapons . There are things too ghostly to stand the blow of an argumentative club ; it passes through them as through air ; and so profound is ...
Pagina 24
... feels that too large a demand is made on his faith ; he wishes to walk a little by sight . Ricardo coolly sets him down , with the assurance that his progress has been real , and that now he stands on a higher platform than he ever ...
... feels that too large a demand is made on his faith ; he wishes to walk a little by sight . Ricardo coolly sets him down , with the assurance that his progress has been real , and that now he stands on a higher platform than he ever ...
Pagina 27
... feelings to which men have ever attached sublimity , from the shouts of Marathon to the thunders of Trafalgar . But could we have imagined a linguistic garb like that in which his reasonings were arrayed ? How perfect was the mastery ...
... feelings to which men have ever attached sublimity , from the shouts of Marathon to the thunders of Trafalgar . But could we have imagined a linguistic garb like that in which his reasonings were arrayed ? How perfect was the mastery ...
Pagina 33
... feeling that his special work is the most important in this world . But it is a positive and confounding error to apply the general rule to the few individual minds which rise far above the common level . Of these minds we think no ...
... feeling that his special work is the most important in this world . But it is a positive and confounding error to apply the general rule to the few individual minds which rise far above the common level . Of these minds we think no ...
Pagina 35
... feelings which his own creative power im- parts , and wish that little flower " Conscious of half the pleasure that it gives : " from him , too , the general intellect of practical England , as proved in the case of Arnold , turns away ...
... feelings which his own creative power im- parts , and wish that little flower " Conscious of half the pleasure that it gives : " from him , too , the general intellect of practical England , as proved in the case of Arnold , turns away ...
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Populaire passages
Pagina 75 - Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper? The glory of his nostrils is terrible. He paweth in the valley and rejoiceth in his strength: He goeth on to meet the armed men. He mocketh at fear, and is not affrighted; Neither turneth he back from the sword. The quiver rattleth against him, the glittering spear and the shield.
Pagina 84 - IN THE greenest of our valleys, By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace — Radiant palace — reared its head. In the monarch Thought's dominion — It stood there! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair.
Pagina 122 - Her eyes are homes of silent prayer, Nor other thought her mind admits But, he was dead, and there he sits, And he that brought him back is there. Then one deep love doth supersede All other, when her ardent gaze Roves from the living brother's face, And rests upon the Life indeed. All subtle thought, all curious fears, Borne down by gladness so complete, She bows, she bathes the Saviour's feet With costly spikenard and with tears.
Pagina 126 - Within himself, from more to more; Or, crown'd with attributes of woe Like glories, move his course, and show That life is not as idle ore, But iron dug from central gloom, And heated hot with burning fears, And dipt in baths of hissing tears, And batter'd with the shocks of doom To shape and use. Arise and fly The reeling Faun, the sensual feast; Move upward, working out the beast, And let the ape and tiger die.
Pagina 67 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Pagina 143 - The splendor falls on castle walls And snowy summits old in story: The long light shakes across the lakes, And the wild cataract leaps in glory. Blow, bugle, blow, set the wild echoes flying, Blow, bugle ; answer, echoes, dying, dying, dying.
Pagina 123 - Oh yet we trust that somehow good Will be the final goal of ill, To pangs of nature, sins of will, Defects of doubt, and taints of blood ; That nothing walks with aimless feet ; That not one life shall be destroyed, Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete...
Pagina 124 - And he, shall he, Man, her last work, who seem'd so fair, Such splendid purpose in his eyes, Who roll'd the psalm to wintry skies, Who built him fanes of fruitless prayer, Who trusted God was love indeed And love Creation's final law Tho...
Pagina 112 - Eye, to which all order festers, all things here are out of joint, Science moves, but slowly slowly, creeping on from point to point : Slowly comes a hungry people, as a lion, creeping nigher, Glares at one that nods and winks behind a slowly-dying fire. Yet I doubt not thro' the ages one increasing purpose runs, And the thoughts of men are widen'd with the process of the suns.
Pagina 78 - ST. AGNES' EVE— Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold : Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seemed taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while...