Cues from All Quarters, Or, The Literary Musings of a Clerical RecluseHodder and Stoughton, 1871 - 340 oldal |
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10. oldal
... childhood has been of that dreary , dismal sort , real or quasi orphanage , — which might warrant the assertion that he , for one , was never a child . On any other supposition , it is self - condemnation for any senior , howsoever ...
... childhood has been of that dreary , dismal sort , real or quasi orphanage , — which might warrant the assertion that he , for one , was never a child . On any other supposition , it is self - condemnation for any senior , howsoever ...
11. oldal
... childhood , and the sudden shadow of too early care . " There we leave him — not altogether in the mood that Wordsworth philosophi- cally describes in the lines— A tranquillising spirit presses now On my corporeal frame , so wide ...
... childhood , and the sudden shadow of too early care . " There we leave him — not altogether in the mood that Wordsworth philosophi- cally describes in the lines— A tranquillising spirit presses now On my corporeal frame , so wide ...
12. oldal
... childhood into lone and withered age has its own sterling pathos ; and though humour blend with descriptions of it in fiction or fact , the pathos is quite patent to every kind soul . In Mrs. Gaskell's admirable photograph of country ...
... childhood into lone and withered age has its own sterling pathos ; and though humour blend with descriptions of it in fiction or fact , the pathos is quite patent to every kind soul . In Mrs. Gaskell's admirable photograph of country ...
13. oldal
... childhood , Thou vindication Of God ; thou living witness against all men Who have been babes ; thou everlasting promise Which no man keeps . The Norfolk Islander was once a child . The systematic , wholesale poisoner was once a child ...
... childhood , Thou vindication Of God ; thou living witness against all men Who have been babes ; thou everlasting promise Which no man keeps . The Norfolk Islander was once a child . The systematic , wholesale poisoner was once a child ...
19. oldal
... childhood , will ye never come again , never with your balmy sighing cool my burning bosom ? Mourn with me , Nature ! They will never come again , never cool my burning bosom with their balmy sigh- ing . They are gone , gone , and may ...
... childhood , will ye never come again , never with your balmy sighing cool my burning bosom ? Mourn with me , Nature ! They will never come again , never cool my burning bosom with their balmy sigh- ing . They are gone , gone , and may ...
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animals Anthony Trollope asks beauty better biped Boswell brother brutes called Carlyle character Charles Bonnet Charles Lamb childhood contradiction creatures crowd death Derwent Coleridge Descartes dream earth Ejuxria essay existence eyes face fancy father feel give gout gouty subject grief habit handy-dandy happy Hartley Coleridge hath heart heaven Horace Walpole human humour imagination immortal Jules Janin justice kind King Leigh Hunt less lines listener live London look Lord Lord Lytton Madame mind mother Nathaniel Hawthorne nature never a child night observes once a child pain Pandarus perhaps person Peter Bell philosophy poet poor qu'il remarks round says scarcely seems sense Sir Walter Scott sleep smile solitude sorrow sort soul spirit sufferings sure sweet Sydney Smith talk tells thee thief things thou thought tion told waking wonder Wordsworth's writes young youth
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218. oldal - O now, for ever, Farewell the tranquil mind ! Farewell content ! Farewell the plumed troop, and the big wars, That make ambition virtue ! O, farewell ! Farewell the neighing steed, and the shrill trump, The spirit-stirring drum, the ear-piercing fife, The royal banner ; and all quality. Pride, pomp, and circumstance of glorious war ! And O, you mortal engines, whose rude throats The immortal Jove's dread clamours counterfeit, Farewell ! Othello's occupation's gone ! lago.
229. oldal - Tis easy to resign a toilsome place, But not to manage leisure with a grace : Absence of occupation is not rest, A mind- quite vacant is a mind distressed.
132. oldal - Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear ; Robes, and furr'd gowns, hide all. Plate sin with gold, And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks : Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw doth pierce it.
93. oldal - But little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth. For a crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures, and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.
39. oldal - Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers, And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating in the meadows: The young birds are chirping in the nest; The young fawns are playing with the shadows; The young flowers are blowing toward the west — But the young, young children, O my brothers, They are weeping bitterly ! 10 They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the...
134. oldal - That skins the vice o' the top. Go to your bosom ; Knock there ; and ask your heart what it doth know That's like my brother's fault ; if it confess A natural guiltiness such as is his, Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue Against my brother's life.
255. oldal - On the hardest adamant some foot-print of us ' is stamped in ; the last Rear of the host will read ' traces of the earliest Van. But whence? — O Heaven, ' whither ? Sense knows not ; Faith knows not ; only ' that it is through Mystery to Mystery, from God and ' to God. " We are such stuff ' As Dreams are made of, and our little Life ' la rounded with a sleep !
181. oldal - For not to think of what I needs must feel But to be still and patient, all I can; And haply by abstruse research to steal From my own nature all the natural man — This was my sole resource, my only plan; Till that which suits a part infects the whole, And now is almost grown the habit of my soul.
299. oldal - Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God ; But only he who sees takes off his shoes...
255. oldal - Essence is to be revealed in the Flesh. That warrior on his strong war-horse, fire flashes through his eyes; force dwells in his arm and heart: but warrior and war-horse are a vision; a revealed Force, nothing more. Stately they tread the Earth, as if it were a firm substance: fool! the Earth is but a film; it cracks in twain, and warrior and war-horse sink beyond plummet's sounding. Plummet's? Fantasy herself will not follow them. A little while ago, they were not; a little while, and they are not,...