Studies in Philology, Volume 23University of North Carolina Press, 1926 - Electronic journals |
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... lost their faith . in Indian nature , but the zealous Hecke welder retained his youth- ful , simple trust . He listened eagerly to the Indian traditions and legends , and believed them.1 In his old age he was persuaded by Dr. Wistar to ...
... lost their faith . in Indian nature , but the zealous Hecke welder retained his youth- ful , simple trust . He listened eagerly to the Indian traditions and legends , and believed them.1 In his old age he was persuaded by Dr. Wistar to ...
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... lost . But with all his wonderful powers of body and skill in woodcraft , he does not seem superior to other Indians in history , for he does not show those powers of persuasion and leadership which great Indian chiefs possessed . In ...
... lost . But with all his wonderful powers of body and skill in woodcraft , he does not seem superior to other Indians in history , for he does not show those powers of persuasion and leadership which great Indian chiefs possessed . In ...
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scantier materials , until the joy of the whole becomes lost at last in the milder pleasures of detail . Of some fundamental difficulty with his art Hawthorne , never under much illusion about himself , was perfectly aware . In The ...
scantier materials , until the joy of the whole becomes lost at last in the milder pleasures of detail . Of some fundamental difficulty with his art Hawthorne , never under much illusion about himself , was perfectly aware . In The ...
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... lost an oppor- tunity to enforce his conception of the power of intuition by means of this distinction . What he understood by the distinction in all these years comes out in his first use of it : 31 Journals , Vol . 3 , p . 237 . 32 ...
... lost an oppor- tunity to enforce his conception of the power of intuition by means of this distinction . What he understood by the distinction in all these years comes out in his first use of it : 31 Journals , Vol . 3 , p . 237 . 32 ...
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... lost his love for Plato , we might well ask if he ever accepted the Transcendentalism of Kant ? To give a complete answer to the question , we should consider Carlyle's influence more carefully than we have been able to do in this paper ...
... lost his love for Plato , we might well ask if he ever accepted the Transcendentalism of Kant ? To give a complete answer to the question , we should consider Carlyle's influence more carefully than we have been able to do in this paper ...
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Page 72 - The fancy is indeed no other than a mode of memory emancipated from the order of time and space, while it is blended with, and modified by, that empirical phenomenon of the will which we express by the word choice. But equally with the ordinary memory the fancy must receive all its materials ready made from the law of association.
Page 72 - 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.
Page 77 - I am not blind to the worth of the wonderful gift of "Leaves of Grass." I find it the most extraordinary piece of wit and wisdom that America has yet contributed.
Page 432 - So stretch'd out huge in length the Arch-fiend lay, Chain'd on the burning lake : nor ever thence Had risen, or heav'd his head ; but that the will And high permission of all-ruling Heaven Left him at large to his own dark designs...
Page 72 - I consider as an echo of the former, co-existing 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 recreate; 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.
Page 192 - The lights burn blue. It is now dead midnight. Cold fearful drops stand on my trembling flesh. What! do I fear myself? there's none else by Richard loves Richard; that is, I am I.
Page 40 - So far as I am a man of really individual attributes I veil my face ; nor am I, nor have I ever been, one of those supremely hospitable people who serve up their own hearts, delicately fried, with brain sauce, as a tidbit for their beloved public.
Page 171 - As, when far off at sea, a fleet descried Hangs in the clouds, by equinoctial winds Close sailing from Bengala, or the isles Of Ternate and Tidore, whence merchants bring Their spicy drugs; they, on the trading flood, Through the wide Ethiopian to the Cape, Ply stemming nightly toward the pole : so seem'd Far off the flying fiend.
Page 72 - 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!
Page 192 - The seasons' difference ; as, the icy fang, And churlish chiding of the winter's wind ; Which when it bites and blows upon my body, Even till I shrink with cold, I smile, and say, — This is no flattery : these are counsellors, That feelingly persuade me what I am.