Colloquies, Desultory, But Chiefly Upon Poetry and Poets: Between an Elder, Enthusiastic, and an Apostle of the Law |
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... from period to period , has not fidelity which can abide a paragraph . A lady of my acquaintance has made my cottage eloquent to - day with the praises of Mlle . Rachel : her name recalled the Hermione COLLOQUY II . 41.
... from period to period , has not fidelity which can abide a paragraph . A lady of my acquaintance has made my cottage eloquent to - day with the praises of Mlle . Rachel : her name recalled the Hermione COLLOQUY II . 41.
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... Hermione of Racine's Andromaque , whom I heard and saw at the Théâtre Français . The Englishman's World - painter , glorious Will himself , and in his own language , often dwindles into doggrel in attempting to jingle ; but the French ...
... Hermione of Racine's Andromaque , whom I heard and saw at the Théâtre Français . The Englishman's World - painter , glorious Will himself , and in his own language , often dwindles into doggrel in attempting to jingle ; but the French ...
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... Hermione , queen of Leontes , in that same play , has always appeared to me an admirable exemplification of a noble woman's deportment under the keenest anguish known to virtue -the suspicion of its fidelity . In seasons when in- tense ...
... Hermione , queen of Leontes , in that same play , has always appeared to me an admirable exemplification of a noble woman's deportment under the keenest anguish known to virtue -the suspicion of its fidelity . In seasons when in- tense ...
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... Hermione ; and in the place of that fluent relief to and eloquent advocate of speechless Sorrow , we have the moving protestation of vilified Innocency : " Good my lords , I am not prone to weeping , as our sex Commonly are , the want ...
... Hermione ; and in the place of that fluent relief to and eloquent advocate of speechless Sorrow , we have the moving protestation of vilified Innocency : " Good my lords , I am not prone to weeping , as our sex Commonly are , the want ...
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... Hermione there is a conflict of strong passions which prevents her acute anguish from lapsing into lethargy . For it is the agony of one grand affection which soonest subsides into stupor ; -the violence of an isolated passion which ...
... Hermione there is a conflict of strong passions which prevents her acute anguish from lapsing into lethargy . For it is the agony of one grand affection which soonest subsides into stupor ; -the violence of an isolated passion which ...
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admiration beauty bliss bosom breath character charm Church cloud COLLOQUY Conscience contemplation dark Death deep delight divine dread earth effect ELDER eloquent eternal faculties Faery Queene fair faith fancy Father feeling flow flowers gentle glory grandeur grief hath hear heart heaven Hermione holy honor hope hour human human clay idlesse imagination immortal infinite influence innu Ivy Lodge King lament light living look Lord lyre Madame de Stael man's Massillon melody ment mighty Milton mind mirth moral morning mother Nature never Night noble Paradise passion pity pleasant pleasure Poet Poet's poetic Poetry praise rapture regard religious Robert Herrick ROMSEY Rydal Mount scene season Shakspeare sigh sleep smile song sorrow soul sphere spirit stir sublime Sun's Darling sweet sympathy thee things thou thought Troilus and Cressida Truth voice wing wing of Hope Winter's Tale Wordsworth youth
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Page 142 - tis too horrible ! The weariest and most loathed worldly life, ^ That age, ache, penury, and imprisonment Can lay on nature, is a paradise To what we fear of death.
Page 115 - We rest. — A dream has power to poison sleep ; We rise. — One wandering thought pollutes the day ; We feel, conceive or reason, laugh or weep; Embrace fond woe, or cast our cares away : It is the same!
Page 151 - I am a part of all that I have met; Yet all experience is an arch wherethro' Gleams that untravell'd world, whose margin fades For ever and for ever when I move. How dull it is to pause, to make an end, To rust unburnish'd, not to shine in use ! As tho
Page 139 - tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing end them? To die: to sleep; No more ; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep...
Page 72 - More sweet than odours caught by him who sails Near spicy shores of Araby the blest, A thousand times more exquisitely sweet, The freight of holy feeling which we meet, In thoughtful moments, wafted by the gales From fields where good men walk, or bowers wherein they rest.
Page 179 - I have not loved the world, nor the world me; I have not flattered its rank breath, nor bow'd To its idolatries a patient knee, Nor coin'd my cheek to smiles, - nor cried aloud In worship of an echo; in the crowd They could not deem me one of such; I stood Among them, but not of them; in a shroud Of thoughts which were not their thoughts, and still could, Had I not filed my mind, which thus itself subdued.
Page 141 - Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ; To lie in cold obstruction, and to rot ; This sensible warm motion to become A kneaded clod...
Page 146 - Why should we thus, with an untoward mind, And in the weakness of humanity, From natural wisdom turn our hearts away, To natural comfort shut our eyes and ears, And, feeding on disquiet, thus disturb The calm of nature with our restless thoughts?
Page 152 - Though thy clime Be fickle, and thy year most part deform'd With dripping rains, or wither'd by a frost, I would not yet exchange thy sullen skies, And fields without a flower, for warmer France With all her vines ; nor for Ausonia's groves Of golden fruitage, and her myrtle bowers.
Page 161 - These are thy glorious works, Parent of good, Almighty, thine this universal frame, Thus wondrous fair; thyself how wondrous then ! Unspeakable, who sitt'st above these heavens, To us invisible, or dimly seen In these thy lowest works; yet these declare Thy goodness beyond thought, and power divine.