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... association which Love has made sacred . Even those who can scarcely be deemed imaginative , are sensible of the magic ... associations . They helped him to recall the past , to bring more distinctly be- fore him the image of Laura , and ...
... association which Love has made sacred . Even those who can scarcely be deemed imaginative , are sensible of the magic ... associations . They helped him to recall the past , to bring more distinctly be- fore him the image of Laura , and ...
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... is human nature richly developed , and the best in- terests of life wisely embraced . Shadows give way to substance , vague wishes to permanent aims , indifferent 66 moods to endearing associations , and vain desire to PETRARCH . 13.
... is human nature richly developed , and the best in- terests of life wisely embraced . Shadows give way to substance , vague wishes to permanent aims , indifferent 66 moods to endearing associations , and vain desire to PETRARCH . 13.
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Henry Theodore Tuckerman. 66 moods to endearing associations , and vain desire to a hope full of immortality . " Man is for the first time revealed to himself , and absolutely known to another ; for entire sympathy , not friendly ...
Henry Theodore Tuckerman. 66 moods to endearing associations , and vain desire to a hope full of immortality . " Man is for the first time revealed to himself , and absolutely known to another ; for entire sympathy , not friendly ...
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... association , and rendered prudence.singu- larly necessary . These causes sufficiently explain the behaviour of Laura , who , as one of her biographers re- marks " always seems to think that modesty and her own esteem are the most ...
... association , and rendered prudence.singu- larly necessary . These causes sufficiently explain the behaviour of Laura , who , as one of her biographers re- marks " always seems to think that modesty and her own esteem are the most ...
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... associations . Accordingly Petrarch nourished his pas- sion by musing . As to all true lovers , other interests were wholly secondary and external to him , compared with the prevailing feeling of his heart . To enjoy , ay , and to ...
... associations . Accordingly Petrarch nourished his pas- sion by musing . As to all true lovers , other interests were wholly secondary and external to him , compared with the prevailing feeling of his heart . To enjoy , ay , and to ...
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Page 235 - Though I should gaze for ever On that green light that lingers in the west: I may not hope from outward forms to win The passion and the life, whose fountains are within.
Page 84 - Kent. Vex not his ghost. O, let him pass! He hates him That would upon the rack of this tough world Stretch him out longer.
Page 223 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain-light of all our day, Are yet a master-light of all our seeing; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal silence...
Page 60 - See the wretch, that long has tost On the thorny bed of pain, At length repair his vigour lost, And breathe and walk again : The meanest floweret of the vale, The simplest note that swells the gale, The common sun, the air, the skies, To him are opening paradise.
Page 250 - Until the poppied warmth of sleep oppress'd Her soothed limbs, and soul fatigued away ; Flown, like a thought, until the morrow-day ; Blissfully haven'd both from joy and pain; Clasp'd like a missal where swart Paynims pray; Blinded alike from sunshine and from rain, As though a rose should shut, and be a bud again.
Page 147 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Page 310 - To him who in the love of nature holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language; for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty ; and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy that steals away Their sharpness ere he is aware.
Page 278 - Dower'd with the hate of hate, the scorn of scorn, The love of love.
Page 98 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Page 192 - MINE be a cot beside the hill ; A bee-hive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall shall linger near. The swallow, oft, beneath my thatch, Shall twitter from her clay-built nest; Oft shall the pilgrim lift the latch, And share my meal, a welcome guest.