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... delight and wonder , upon the celestial power of genius which can thus preserve for the reverence and sympathy of after generations , one among the countless experiences of the heart . Literature has performed no more holy or delightful ...
... delight and wonder , upon the celestial power of genius which can thus preserve for the reverence and sympathy of after generations , one among the countless experiences of the heart . Literature has performed no more holy or delightful ...
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... delight but of virtue . Love , Petrarch maintains , is the crowning grace of humanity , the holiest right of the soul , the golden link which binds us to duty and truth , the re- deeming principle that chiefly reconciles the heart to ...
... delight but of virtue . Love , Petrarch maintains , is the crowning grace of humanity , the holiest right of the soul , the golden link which binds us to duty and truth , the re- deeming principle that chiefly reconciles the heart to ...
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... delight may have been obtained ; but it was a graft upon , rather than a product of the heart . The bles- sedness of true love springs from the soul itself , and is felt to be its legitimate and holiest fruit . Thus , and thus alone ...
... delight may have been obtained ; but it was a graft upon , rather than a product of the heart . The bles- sedness of true love springs from the soul itself , and is felt to be its legitimate and holiest fruit . Thus , and thus alone ...
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... quite indifferent to wealth , and of a singularly reserved and meek demeanour . He was by nature and habit a severe student , and delighted to meditate in the open air , and alternately lead the 16 THOUGHTS ON THE POETS .
... quite indifferent to wealth , and of a singularly reserved and meek demeanour . He was by nature and habit a severe student , and delighted to meditate in the open air , and alternately lead the 16 THOUGHTS ON THE POETS .
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... delightful solace in his listless hours . Over her person , her time , her actions , he may exercise a permanent control . If she be infirm of purpose , she may become a domestic slave , the crea- ture or , at least , the honoured pet ...
... delightful solace in his listless hours . Over her person , her time , her actions , he may exercise a permanent control . If she be infirm of purpose , she may become a domestic slave , the crea- ture or , at least , the honoured pet ...
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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.