Beauties and Achievements of the BlindDescribes some of the great accomplishments of individuals who were blind. |
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... feel his blindness a disgrace , or to regret his loss of sight , by the neglect of his friends . The most distinguishing honors are paid him by the king and his courtiers . Be there Demodocus the bard of fame , Taught by the gods to ...
... feel his blindness a disgrace , or to regret his loss of sight , by the neglect of his friends . The most distinguishing honors are paid him by the king and his courtiers . Be there Demodocus the bard of fame , Taught by the gods to ...
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... perfect deline- ations of feeling in which these poems abound , intui- tive in the bosom of every blind person . No less than twenty times does the author refer to this de- privation , in a manner so striking , that every OSSIAN . 35.
... perfect deline- ations of feeling in which these poems abound , intui- tive in the bosom of every blind person . No less than twenty times does the author refer to this de- privation , in a manner so striking , that every OSSIAN . 35.
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... feel the sun , O Malvina ! leave me to my rest . Perhaps they may come to my dreams . I think I hear a feeble voice ! The beam of heaven delights to shine on the grave of Carthon . I feel it warm around . " And again , in the fifth book ...
... feel the sun , O Malvina ! leave me to my rest . Perhaps they may come to my dreams . I think I hear a feeble voice ! The beam of heaven delights to shine on the grave of Carthon . I feel it warm around . " And again , in the fifth book ...
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... - strains sublime Break over me unsought . Give me now my lyre ! I feel the stirrings of a gift divine : Within my bosom glows unearthly fire Lit by no skill of mine . REV . RICHARD LUCAS , D. D. THERE is no MILTON . 51.
... - strains sublime Break over me unsought . Give me now my lyre ! I feel the stirrings of a gift divine : Within my bosom glows unearthly fire Lit by no skill of mine . REV . RICHARD LUCAS , D. D. THERE is no MILTON . 51.
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... feeling had not de- ceived him . It was the hand of her he had once loved so passionately . It is by no means uncommon for the blind to recognise their friends by touching their hands ; yet the narrator of this anecdote , ( as though ...
... feeling had not de- ceived him . It was the hand of her he had once loved so passionately . It is by no means uncommon for the blind to recognise their friends by touching their hands ; yet the narrator of this anecdote , ( as though ...
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Page 44 - Purification in the old law did save, And such, as yet once more I trust to have Full sight of her in Heaven without restraint, Came vested all in white, pure as her mind. Her face was...
Page 48 - The secrets of the hoary deep, a dark Illimitable ocean without bound, Without dimension; where length, breadth, and highth, And time and place are lost; where eldest Night And Chaos, ancestors of Nature, hold Eternal anarchy, amidst the noise Of endless wars, and by confusion stand.
Page 37 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine; But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me...
Page 40 - When the world is dark with tempests; when thunder rolls and lightning flies; thou lookest in thy beauty, from the clouds, and laughest at the storm. But to Ossian thou lookest in vain; for he beholds thy beams no more; whether thy yellow hair flows on the eastern clouds, or thou tremblest at the gates of the west. But thou art, perhaps, like me, for a season, thy years will have an end. Thou shall sleep in thy clouds, careless of the voice of the morning.
Page 38 - And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out. So much the rather thou, celestial Light, Shine inward, and the mind through all her powers Irradiate ; there plant eyes, all mist from thence Purge and disperse, that I may see and tell Of things invisible to mortal sight.
Page 50 - On my bended knee I recognise Thy purpose, clearly shown : My vision Thou hast dimmed that I may see Thyself — Thyself alone. " I have nought to fear ; This darkness is the shadow of Thy wing; Beneath it I am almost sacred, here Can come no evil thing.
Page 48 - Chaos umpire sits, And by decision more embroils the fray, By which he reigns : next him, high arbiter, Chance governs all. Into this wild abyss, The womb of Nature and perhaps her grave...
Page 40 - O thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers ! Whence are thy beams, O sun ! thy everlasting light ! Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty ; the stars hide themselves in the sky ; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave ; but thou thyself movest aloive. Who can be a companion of thy course...