The Eclectic Museum of Foreign Literature, Science and Art, Volume 3John Holmes Agnew, Eliakim Littell E. Littell, 1843 - American periodicals |
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... kind - has so speedily been engulfed in the ever - rolling tide of novelties , and given place to new wonders , that the observer's eye becomes shy , and his judgment mistrustful . Poetry , generally speaking , partakes of the fate of ...
... kind - has so speedily been engulfed in the ever - rolling tide of novelties , and given place to new wonders , that the observer's eye becomes shy , and his judgment mistrustful . Poetry , generally speaking , partakes of the fate of ...
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... kind of literature , which now for genius of the most diversified nations , and a number of years has supplanted the ro- to imitate their manner , our language be- mantic school . came polished and pliant , poetical techni- cality more ...
... kind of literature , which now for genius of the most diversified nations , and a number of years has supplanted the ro- to imitate their manner , our language be- mantic school . came polished and pliant , poetical techni- cality more ...
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... kind of world of their own , in which were repugnant to all our public and social rela- huddled together pell - mell the thoughts and tions , and to the higher flights of genuine poetical forms of all ages , and caused them poetry . to ...
... kind of world of their own , in which were repugnant to all our public and social rela- huddled together pell - mell the thoughts and tions , and to the higher flights of genuine poetical forms of all ages , and caused them poetry . to ...
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... kind of lyric or Idyl , which sports so harmlessly with the feel- ings spontaneously awakened , and with the placid features of the face of outward na- ture . Say we now , that Poetry , through the deep commotions of society , through ...
... kind of lyric or Idyl , which sports so harmlessly with the feel- ings spontaneously awakened , and with the placid features of the face of outward na- ture . Say we now , that Poetry , through the deep commotions of society , through ...
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... his county friends met to break out . The Church , under Laud , and smothered him with dinners and kind - after gradually collecting strength and as- suming more and more of a determined attitude , at 1843. ] 19 LORD STRAFFORD .
... his county friends met to break out . The Church , under Laud , and smothered him with dinners and kind - after gradually collecting strength and as- suming more and more of a determined attitude , at 1843. ] 19 LORD STRAFFORD .
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Page 326 - And now, when comes the calm mild day, as still such days will come, To call the squirrel and the bee from out their winter home ; When the sound of dropping nuts is heard, though all the trees are still, And twinkle in the smoky light the waters of the rill, The south wind searches for the flowers whose fragrance late he bore, And sighs to find them in the wood and by the stream no more.
Page 115 - O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense, or rare, With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way, And swims, or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies.
Page 155 - And at evening let them return; and let them make a noise like a dog, and go round about the city. 15 Let them wander up and down for meat, and grudge if they be not satisfied.
Page 433 - Tis mercy bids thee go ; For thou ten thousand thousand years Hast seen the tide of human tears, That shall no longer flow. " What though beneath thee man put forth His pomp, his pride, his skill; And arts that made fire, flood, and earth The vassals of his will ? Yet mourn I not thy parted sway, Thou dim, discrowned king of day For all those trophied arts And triumphs that beneath thee sprang, Healed not a passion or a pang Entailed on human hearts.
Page 326 - Alas ! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again.
Page 433 - ALL worldly shapes shall melt in gloom, The Sun himself must die, Before this mortal shall assume Its immortality ! I saw a vision in my sleep, That gave my spirit strength to sweep Adown the gulf of Time ! I...
Page 238 - Irish wit, throws a double portion of severity into his countenance while laughing inly ; but preserves a look peculiarly his own, a look of demure serenity, disturbed only by an arch sparkle of the eye, an almost imperceptible elevation of the brow, an almost imperceptible curl of the lip.
Page 235 - ... and had written a religious treatise and several comedies. He was one of those people whom it is impossible either to hate or to respect. His temper was sweet, his affections warm, his spirits lively, his passions strong, and his principles weak. His life was spent in sinning and repenting ; in inculcating what was right, and doing what was wrong. In speculation, he was a man of piety and honour ; in practice he was much of the rake and a little of the swindler.
Page 254 - Edward and the graves of the Plantagenets, to the Chapel of Henry the Seventh. On the north side of that chapel, in the vault of the House of Albemarle, the coffin of Addison lies next to the coffin of Montague.
Page 325 - THE melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year, Of wailing winds, and naked woods, and meadows brown and sere. Heaped in the hollows of the grove, the autumn leaves lie dead ; They rustle to the eddying gust, and to the rabbit's tread ; The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers...