Cues from All Quarters, Or, The Literary Musings of a Clerical RecluseHodder and Stoughton, 1871 - 340 oldal |
Részletek a könyvből
1 - 5 találat összesen 69 találatból.
9. oldal
... mind will grow , Nor abler judge of infant - powers I know . . ... Long has she lived , and much she loves to trace Her former pupils , now a lordly race ; Whom when she sees rich robes and furs bedeck , She marks the pride which once ...
... mind will grow , Nor abler judge of infant - powers I know . . ... Long has she lived , and much she loves to trace Her former pupils , now a lordly race ; Whom when she sees rich robes and furs bedeck , She marks the pride which once ...
11. oldal
... mind , That , musing on them , often do I seem Two consciousnesses , conscious of myself And of some other Being . The same philosophy is touched on , and no more , in Mr. Chauncy Hare Townshend's " Three Gates " —where the poet is seen ...
... mind , That , musing on them , often do I seem Two consciousnesses , conscious of myself And of some other Being . The same philosophy is touched on , and no more , in Mr. Chauncy Hare Townshend's " Three Gates " —where the poet is seen ...
16. oldal
... mind , the image of what he was in the bygone days , and of what the roof - tree was that once rang with his childish laughter . The blind pauper mother , in one of Crabbe's tales , relates how her " deluded boy " took his last ride to ...
... mind , the image of what he was in the bygone days , and of what the roof - tree was that once rang with his childish laughter . The blind pauper mother , in one of Crabbe's tales , relates how her " deluded boy " took his last ride to ...
19. oldal
... mind that last visit of Danton to his native village . We see him visiting , for the last time , Arcis- sur - Aube , the spot where his mother bare him , " for he , too , had a mother , and lay warm in his cradle like the rest of us ...
... mind that last visit of Danton to his native village . We see him visiting , for the last time , Arcis- sur - Aube , the spot where his mother bare him , " for he , too , had a mother , and lay warm in his cradle like the rest of us ...
32. oldal
... mind , and that in his boyish days he was noted for a fantastic solitary disposition , and an aversion to school and school - fellowship . When the father of our Dr. Watts was imprisoned on account of his religion , his wife used to sit ...
... mind , and that in his boyish days he was noted for a fantastic solitary disposition , and an aversion to school and school - fellowship . When the father of our Dr. Watts was imprisoned on account of his religion , his wife used to sit ...
Más kiadások - Összes megtekintése
Cues from All Quarters: Or, the Literary Musings of a Clerical Recluse Francis Jacox Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2020 |
Cues from All Quarters, Or, the Literary Musings of a Clerical Recluse Francis Jacox Nincs elérhető előnézet - 2019 |
Gyakori szavak és kifejezések
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
Népszerű szakaszok
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,...