Evenings in Autumn: 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 judgment, a vision", a poem by Mr. Hillhouse of New York. Remarks on social worship - the village churchLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1822 |
From inside the book
Results 1-5 of 12
Page 41
... remains of ancient ba- ronial grandeur , an object not to be neglected by those who have never had the gratification of seeing them ; and , of course , I recommend you , my love , " addressing Hoel , " to avail yourself of Edward's kind ...
... remains of ancient ba- ronial grandeur , an object not to be neglected by those who have never had the gratification of seeing them ; and , of course , I recommend you , my love , " addressing Hoel , " to avail yourself of Edward's kind ...
Page 54
... remains , and such the beauty of their situation , to resist that appeal to fancy and to feeling , which so often power- fully , and almost involuntarily flows from the reviviscence of associated imagery ; and more especially when ...
... remains , and such the beauty of their situation , to resist that appeal to fancy and to feeling , which so often power- fully , and almost involuntarily flows from the reviviscence of associated imagery ; and more especially when ...
Page 55
Nathan Drake. of its massy and half fallen keep . The remains of an avenue leading from the grand gate of entrance , had conducted them to this the most important part of the fortress , the north - western aspect of which was entire ...
Nathan Drake. of its massy and half fallen keep . The remains of an avenue leading from the grand gate of entrance , had conducted them to this the most important part of the fortress , the north - western aspect of which was entire ...
Page 183
... remains , like a blast , that roars , lonely , on a sea - surrounded rock , after the winds are laid . The dark moss whistles there ; the dis- tant mariner sees the waving trees ! " + It had been the unhappy lot , indeed , of the Celtic ...
... remains , like a blast , that roars , lonely , on a sea - surrounded rock , after the winds are laid . The dark moss whistles there ; the dis- tant mariner sees the waving trees ! " + It had been the unhappy lot , indeed , of the Celtic ...
Page 236
... remains of him whom they had well known and highly valued , but even most of the peasantry of Rivaulx , and several of the inhabitants of Helmsley , though but lately or casually acquainted with his name and story , joined the stream of ...
... remains of him whom they had well known and highly valued , but even most of the peasantry of Rivaulx , and several of the inhabitants of Helmsley , though but lately or casually acquainted with his name and story , joined the stream of ...
Other editions - View all
Common terms and phrases
Adeline admirable appears bard beauty behold blessed blind bosom breast breathed Buckingham castle character charity Christian church circumstances companion cottage Countess of Shrewsbury Cowper dark daughter dear death degree Deity delight Demodocus divine Duke Earl of Arran earth EDMESTON Edward effect emotions exclaimed eyes faith father feelings felt Fingal Gilling Castle glory Grace gratify grave happiness harp hath heart heaven Helmsley Helmsley Castle Hoel Homer honour human hymn interest Kirkdale light Lluellyn Lord loss of sight ment Milton mind mingled misery misfortune nature ness noble object Ossian Paradise Lost passage peace pity poem poet prayer present racter recollection Religio Medici religion Rivaulx Ryedale Scotch College Sir Thomas Browne sleep smile song sorrow soul spirit sublime sufferings sweet tears tender Thamyris thee thou thought tion unto veneration virtue voice Walsingham whilst wish youth δὲ ΟΔΥΣ
Popular passages
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, or the sweet approach of ev'n or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
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 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 270 - Thee I revisit safe, And feel thy sovran vital lamp ; but thou Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Or dim suffusion veiled.
Page 208 - There is surely a piece of divinity in us, something that was before the elements, and owes no homage unto the sun. Nature tells me I am the image of God, as well as Scripture : he that understands not thus much, hath not his introduction or first lesson, and is yet to begin the alphabet of man.
Page 205 - I do embrace it; for even that vulgar and tavern music, which makes one man merry, another mad, strikes in me a deep fit of devotion, and a profound contemplation of the first composer.
Page 270 - HAIL, holy Light, offspring of heaven first-born, Or of the eternal co-eternal beam, May I express thee unblamed ? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate.
Page 95 - Men that look no further than their outsides, think health an appurtenance unto life, and quarrel with their constitutions for being sick ; but I, that have examined the parts of man, and know upon what tender filaments that fabric hangs, do wonder that we are not always so ; and, considering the thousand doors that lead to death, do thank my God that we can die but once.