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... mental hardihood , while they profane the name , can never violate the sacred realities of love . There have been , and there ever will be earnest and uncompromising hearts , who bravely vindicate a faith too native and actu- ating ever ...
... mental hardihood , while they profane the name , can never violate the sacred realities of love . There have been , and there ever will be earnest and uncompromising hearts , who bravely vindicate a faith too native and actu- ating ever ...
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... mental powers for scope and enterprise , rather than by ambition or any personal views . The reason devotedness and consistency are so rare in the world , is that people usually choose to dissipate instead of concentrating their ...
... mental powers for scope and enterprise , rather than by ambition or any personal views . The reason devotedness and consistency are so rare in the world , is that people usually choose to dissipate instead of concentrating their ...
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... mental power and poetic gifts , were calculated to render him painfully alive to the superior consideration bestowed upon less deserving but more presumptuous men , and the unmerited and unjust disregard to his own claims . Weak it ...
... mental power and poetic gifts , were calculated to render him painfully alive to the superior consideration bestowed upon less deserving but more presumptuous men , and the unmerited and unjust disregard to his own claims . Weak it ...
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... mental efforts , and imparts to them their peculiar tone and colouring . And it will generally be found that what is really and permanently attractive in the works of genius , independent of mere diction , is to be traced rather to the ...
... mental efforts , and imparts to them their peculiar tone and colouring . And it will generally be found that what is really and permanently attractive in the works of genius , independent of mere diction , is to be traced rather to the ...
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... mental exercise , be- guile minds that would fain , in the prime of their activity , have sought more genial and original occupation . But in England and the United States the gifted and educated man , of limited means , is soon drawn ...
... mental exercise , be- guile minds that would fain , in the prime of their activity , have sought more genial and original occupation . But in England and the United States the gifted and educated man , of limited means , is soon drawn ...
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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.