On the blindness of Homer, Ossian, and Milton. The Valley of the Rye, continued. On the character and writings of Sir Thomas Browne. Critical remarks on "The judgement, a vision", a poem by Mr. Hillhouse of New York. Remarks on social worshipLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1822 |
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... sound ; Ulysses , so , from his moist lids let fall The frequent tear . Cowper . From the whole character of Demodocus , in fine , as it is delineated in the eighth book of the Odyssey , we may acquire , not only an accu- rate idea of ...
... sound ; Ulysses , so , from his moist lids let fall The frequent tear . Cowper . From the whole character of Demodocus , in fine , as it is delineated in the eighth book of the Odyssey , we may acquire , not only an accu- rate idea of ...
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... sound and correct view , however , of the attributes of the Deity , such as they appear , both from reason and scripture , would , whilst it pointed out the mutual connection of mind and matter , as clearly and as satisfactorily dis ...
... sound and correct view , however , of the attributes of the Deity , such as they appear , both from reason and scripture , would , whilst it pointed out the mutual connection of mind and matter , as clearly and as satisfactorily dis ...
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... sound like this . It struck the general pulse of nature still , And broke , for ever , the dull sleep of death . The throne now descending , rests upon the summit of the mount , and is encircled by the heavenly host , amongst whom , pre ...
... sound like this . It struck the general pulse of nature still , And broke , for ever , the dull sleep of death . The throne now descending , rests upon the summit of the mount , and is encircled by the heavenly host , amongst whom , pre ...
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... sounds , till concord rose , Full as the harmony of winds , to Heav'n ; Yet sweet as nature's spring - tide melodies To some worn pilgrim , first , with glist'ning eyes , Greeting his native valley , whence the sounds Of rural gladness ...
... sounds , till concord rose , Full as the harmony of winds , to Heav'n ; Yet sweet as nature's spring - tide melodies To some worn pilgrim , first , with glist'ning eyes , Greeting his native valley , whence the sounds Of rural gladness ...
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... sound of many trumpets heard Afar in sweetest jubilee ; then , swift Stretching his dreadful sceptre to the left That shot forth horrid lightnings , in a voice Clothed but in half its terrors , yet to them Seemed like the crush of ...
... sound of many trumpets heard Afar in sweetest jubilee ; then , swift Stretching his dreadful sceptre to the left That shot forth horrid lightnings , in a voice Clothed but in half its terrors , yet to them Seemed like the crush of ...
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Page 271 - Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note. Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day...
Page 282 - The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon, When she deserts the night, Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.
Page 271 - Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill...
Page 36 - In the first rank of these did Zimri' stand, A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Page 190 - 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.
Page 278 - To hoarse or mute, though fallen on evil days, On evil days though fallen, and evil tongues, In darkness, and with dangers compassed round, And solitude ; yet not alone, while thou Visit'st my slumbers nightly, or when morn Purples the east. Still govern thou my song, Urania, and fit audience find, though few.
Page 190 - 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.
Page 70 - Thus there are two books from whence I collect my divinity — besides that written one of God, another of his servant nature ; that universal and public manuscript, that lies expanded unto the eyes of all — those that never saw him in the one, have discovered him in the other.
Page 36 - Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking. Blest madman, who could every hour employ With something new to wish or to enjoy ! Railing and praising were his usual themes, And both to show his judgment, in extremes : So over violent or over civil, That every man with him was God or devil.
Page 270 - Orphean lyre I sung of chaos and eternal Night, Taught by the heavenly Muse to venture down The dark descent, and up to reascend, Though hard and rare.