Critical and Miscellaneous Essays, Volume 1Carey and Hart, 1842 |
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... sit -silent in all that outcry - composed in all that disarray , -still in all that tumult - yet , as one or other flying imp sweeps round the chair , a father's hand will playfully try to catch a prisoner , —a mother's gentler touch on ...
... sit -silent in all that outcry - composed in all that disarray , -still in all that tumult - yet , as one or other flying imp sweeps round the chair , a father's hand will playfully try to catch a prisoner , —a mother's gentler touch on ...
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... sits , surveying in her mirror , which cannot well flatter , what is so finely framed - that figure , with bashful pride , which one about to rescue her to himself from an adoring world will gaze upon , and scarcely dare to embrace ...
... sits , surveying in her mirror , which cannot well flatter , what is so finely framed - that figure , with bashful pride , which one about to rescue her to himself from an adoring world will gaze upon , and scarcely dare to embrace ...
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... sitting so thick together that every stook is blue with tempting plumage . But the pistol is discharged for a fowling - piece - brown and rusty , with a slight crack probably in the muzzle , and a lock out of all proportion to the ...
... sitting so thick together that every stook is blue with tempting plumage . But the pistol is discharged for a fowling - piece - brown and rusty , with a slight crack probably in the muzzle , and a lock out of all proportion to the ...
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... sitting with open eyes fast asleep ! The pellets are in her brain , and turning herself over , she crunkles out to her full length , like a piece of untwisting Indian - rubber , and is dead . The pos terior pouch of the jacket , yet ...
... sitting with open eyes fast asleep ! The pellets are in her brain , and turning herself over , she crunkles out to her full length , like a piece of untwisting Indian - rubber , and is dead . The pos terior pouch of the jacket , yet ...
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... sitting beneath a tuft of withered grass on the brae , or burrowed beneath a snow - wreath . A hare , we certainly must say , in spite of haughtier sportsman's scorn , is , when sitting , a most satisfactory shot . But let us trace no ...
... sitting beneath a tuft of withered grass on the brae , or burrowed beneath a snow - wreath . A hare , we certainly must say , in spite of haughtier sportsman's scorn , is , when sitting , a most satisfactory shot . But let us trace no ...
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Page 260 - Hence in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore...
Page 201 - ... the passions of men are incorporated with the beautiful and permanent forms of nature.
Page 308 - All things that love the sun are out of doors; The sky rejoices in the morning's birth; The grass is bright with rain-drops; — on the moors The hare is running races in her mirth; And with her feet she from the plashy earth Raises a mist, that, glittering in the sun Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run.
Page 265 - Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind ; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be ; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering ; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
Page 168 - With mazy error under pendent shades Ran nectar, visiting each plant, and fed Flowers worthy of Paradise, which not nice Art In beds and curious knots, but Nature boon Pour'd forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain...
Page 206 - For the human mind is capable of being excited without the application of gross and violent stimulants; and he must have a very faint perception of its beauty and dignity who does not know this, and who does not further know, that one being is elevated above another, in proportion as he possesses this capability.
Page 308 - Stern Lawgiver! yet thou dost wear The Godhead's most benignant grace: Nor know we any thing so fair As is the smile upon thy face: Flowers laugh before thee on their beds And fragrance in thy footing treads: Thou dost preserve the stars from wrong; And the most ancient heavens, through Thee, are fresh and strong.
Page 222 - Will no one tell me what she sings? — Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
Page 246 - Of mountain torrents ; or the visible scene Would enter unawares into his mind With all its solemn imagery, its rocks, Its woods, and that uncertain heaven received Into the bosom of the steady lake. This boy was taken from his mates, and died In childhood, ere he was full twelve years old.
Page 215 - ... must often, in liveliness and truth, fall short of that which is uttered by men in real life, under the actual pressure of those passions, certain shadows of which the poet thus produces, or feels to be produced, in himself.