Galleries of Literary Portraits, Volumul 1Hogg, 1856 |
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Pagina 4
... thought they saw be to cast a more pleasing light upon " Liberty and Justice seated at his side . " the old world - moving story . The storm- And , if we may dare the reference , did beaten rock in the Scythian desert - the not , near a ...
... thought they saw be to cast a more pleasing light upon " Liberty and Justice seated at his side . " the old world - moving story . The storm- And , if we may dare the reference , did beaten rock in the Scythian desert - the not , near a ...
Pagina 6
... thought and language were cast in their angry billows with the stars . And as final mould . Its language is loose and this many - folded garment of wrath wraps round , and conceals Prometheus from view , his voice is heard screaming out ...
... thought and language were cast in their angry billows with the stars . And as final mould . Its language is loose and this many - folded garment of wrath wraps round , and conceals Prometheus from view , his voice is heard screaming out ...
Pagina 10
... thought that Martin Luther on John the Baptist , and if any one could was the author of a dangerous book called have coped fully with the austere and the New Testament ! But in proportion rugged grandeur of him who , with one to the ...
... thought that Martin Luther on John the Baptist , and if any one could was the author of a dangerous book called have coped fully with the austere and the New Testament ! But in proportion rugged grandeur of him who , with one to the ...
Pagina 11
... thought of Jephtha's daughter , face , and hears his speech , Alas , my like Campbell's Gertrude , being the only daughter , thou hast brought me very stoop and stay of her father's house , the low ! " - to thrill in sympathy with that ...
... thought of Jephtha's daughter , face , and hears his speech , Alas , my like Campbell's Gertrude , being the only daughter , thou hast brought me very stoop and stay of her father's house , the low ! " - to thrill in sympathy with that ...
Pagina 16
... thought of being exhausted , any more than the sigh of an Eolian lyre , as the breeze is spent , intimates that the mighty billows of the air shall surge no more . Responsive as such a lyre to all the sweet or strong influences of ...
... thought of being exhausted , any more than the sigh of an Eolian lyre , as the breeze is spent , intimates that the mighty billows of the air shall surge no more . Responsive as such a lyre to all the sweet or strong influences of ...
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Galleries of Literary Portraits,2: Complete in Two Vols, Volumul 1 George Gilfillan Vizualizare completă - 1857 |
Termeni și expresii frecvente
admiration amid angels beauty breath Burns Byron calm character Coleridge critics daring dark death deep divine Dr Johnson dream earth Ebenezer Elliott eloquent eternal Eugene Aram fancy feeling fire flowers genius gloom glory Goethe grandeur hand heart heaven hell human Iliad imagination immortal intellect James Hogg Joanna Baillie John Keats Keats language less light living Locksley Hall lofty look Macbeth melancholy ment Milton mind mingled Mirabeau misery moral mountains Napoleon nature ness never night Paradise Lost passion peculiar poem poet poetical poetry profound Prometheus PROMETHEUS BOUND prose racter scene Scott seems shadow Shakspere Shakspere's Shelley shining sion song soul speak spirit stars story strong style sublime sweet tale tears things thou thought tion tone trembling true truth ture verse voice whole wild wind wonder words Wordsworth writing written Yendys
Pasaje populare
Pagina 159 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh ; The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.
Pagina 225 - Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows ; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down : It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides ; and tho...
Pagina 25 - Where the bee sucks, there suck I ; In a cowslip's bell I lie; There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly After summer merrily. Merrily, merrily shall I live now Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.
Pagina 220 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter, and then cease ; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say " Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Pagina 104 - 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 45 - O'er England's abbeys bends the sky, As on its friends, with kindred eye; For out of Thought's interior sphere These wonders rose to upper air; And Nature gladly gave them place, Adopted them into her race, And granted them an equal date With Andes and with Ararat.
Pagina 157 - THE skies they were ashen and sober, The leaves they were crisped and sere — The leaves they were withering and sere; It was night in the lonesome October Of my most immemorial year; It was hard by the dim lake of Auber, In the misty mid region of Weir — It was down by the dank tarn of Auber, In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
Pagina 137 - Nor dim nor red, like God's own head, The glorious Sun uprist: Then all averred I had killed the bird That brought the fog and mist.
Pagina 250 - And there shall be signs in the sun and in the moon and in the stars, and upon the earth distress of nations with perplexity, the sea and the waves roaring, men's hearts failing them for fear and for looking after those things which are coming on the earth ; for the powers of heaven shall be shaken.
Pagina 217 - Tell me not, in mournful numbers, Life is but an empty dream! — For the soul is dead that slumbers, And things are not what they seem. Life is real! Life is earnest! And the grave is not its goal; Dust thou art, to dust returnest, Was not spoken of the soul.