American Quarterly Review, Volume 19Robert Walsh Carey, Lea & Carey, 1836 - Serial publications |
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... object of the constant and continued pursuit of men ; that the morbid craving of a bad ambition will often recklessly attempt the complete subver- sion of every principle of good ; that the desire of power , and the pride of its ...
... object of the constant and continued pursuit of men ; that the morbid craving of a bad ambition will often recklessly attempt the complete subver- sion of every principle of good ; that the desire of power , and the pride of its ...
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... object ; and the sweeping aisles , down whose length we look as if towards eternity , with the shrouded space between the columns , and the great height of the roof , that rises over us like the canopy of heaven , and the silence , save ...
... object ; and the sweeping aisles , down whose length we look as if towards eternity , with the shrouded space between the columns , and the great height of the roof , that rises over us like the canopy of heaven , and the silence , save ...
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... object that it meets . There is no fastidiousness , which recoils at the approach of that which is not to its taste , but all knowledge is its province , and the vast compass of its energies includes the power and extent of all science ...
... object that it meets . There is no fastidiousness , which recoils at the approach of that which is not to its taste , but all knowledge is its province , and the vast compass of its energies includes the power and extent of all science ...
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... object it has toiled for . They make no sudden inroads , and create no violent revolutions , but improve man's social and moral condi- tion by the gentler path of thought . Their sole sceptre is that of character - the high moral energy ...
... object it has toiled for . They make no sudden inroads , and create no violent revolutions , but improve man's social and moral condi- tion by the gentler path of thought . Their sole sceptre is that of character - the high moral energy ...
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... object which he felt conscious he was able to secure , and which he had set out in life with the determination to obtain- immortality of fame . He had been useful , and though the out- line of thought that he had sketched in the early ...
... object which he felt conscious he was able to secure , and which he had set out in life with the determination to obtain- immortality of fame . He had been useful , and though the out- line of thought that he had sketched in the early ...
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Page 431 - tis true, I have gone here and there, And made myself a motley to the view, Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, Made old offences of affections new.
Page 432 - In me. thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west ; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.
Page 424 - Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells: In truth the prison, unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is: and hence for me, In sundry moods, 'twas pastime to be bound Within the Sonnet's scanty plot of ground; Pleased if some Souls (for such there needs must be) Who have felt the weight of too much liberty, Should find brief solace there, as I have found.
Page 425 - s not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Page 426 - When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate. Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope.
Page 108 - Tears fell, when thou wert dying, From eyes unused to weep, And long where thou art lying Will tears the cold turf steep. When hearts, whose truth was proven Like thine, are laid in earth, There should a wreath be woven, To tell the world their worth...
Page 430 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen!
Page 277 - I do remember well the hour which burst My spirit's sleep : a fresh May-dawn it was, When I walked forth upon the glittering grass, And wept, I knew not why ; until there rose From the near schoolroom, voices, that, alas ! Were but one echo from a world of woes — The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes.
Page 278 - While yet a boy I sought for ghosts, and sped Through many a listening chamber, cave and ruin, And starlight wood, with fearful steps pursuing Hopes of high talk with the departed dead.
Page 108 - From eyes unused to weep, And long where thou art lying, Will tears the cold turf steep. When hearts, whose truth was proven, Like thine, are laid in earth, There should a wreath be woven To tell the world their worth. And I, who woke each morrow To clasp thy hand in mine, Who shared thy joy and sorrow, Whose weal and woe were thine: It should be mine to braid it Around thy faded brow, But I've in vain essayed it, And feel I cannot now.