The New-York Review, Volume 4George Dearborn & Company, 1839 |
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... thousand paths are open to mislead ; nay , more , we want some rays from a higher fountain of light to reveal how holy a thing the power of a poet is , and to win us from the ser- vice of idols that have been set up in its place by ...
... thousand paths are open to mislead ; nay , more , we want some rays from a higher fountain of light to reveal how holy a thing the power of a poet is , and to win us from the ser- vice of idols that have been set up in its place by ...
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... thousand deities were enshrined in gorgeous temples and in the household - when men were bowing down before images , or worshipping the sun , or fire , or whatever they might chance to turn to in all these perverted creeds there was che ...
... thousand deities were enshrined in gorgeous temples and in the household - when men were bowing down before images , or worshipping the sun , or fire , or whatever they might chance to turn to in all these perverted creeds there was che ...
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... thousand thousand sparkling waves , Rocking the trees , or driving cloud on cloud Along the sharp edge of yon lofty crags , The agitated scene before his eye Was silent as a picture . There is something exquisitely soothing in the ...
... thousand thousand sparkling waves , Rocking the trees , or driving cloud on cloud Along the sharp edge of yon lofty crags , The agitated scene before his eye Was silent as a picture . There is something exquisitely soothing in the ...
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... thousand household thoughts , are cast out to be de- voured by birds , nature is violated — and feeling is violated — but they are also violated by the sacred honors of human sepul- ture . There is therefore a beauty in the simple ...
... thousand household thoughts , are cast out to be de- voured by birds , nature is violated — and feeling is violated — but they are also violated by the sacred honors of human sepul- ture . There is therefore a beauty in the simple ...
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... thousand thousand flowers . That roar , the prowling lion's Here I am , How fearful to the desert wide ! That bleat , how tender ! of the dam Calling a straggler to her side . Shout , cuckoo ! -let the vernal soul Go with thee to the ...
... thousand thousand flowers . That roar , the prowling lion's Here I am , How fearful to the desert wide ! That bleat , how tender ! of the dam Calling a straggler to her side . Shout , cuckoo ! -let the vernal soul Go with thee to the ...
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Page 59 - Among the farthest Hebrides. Will no one tell me what she sings?— Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow For old, unhappy, far-off things, And battles long ago: Or is it some more humble lay, Familiar matter of to-day? Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again?
Page 36 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing...
Page 40 - I have seen A curious child, who dwelt upon a tract Of inland ground, applying to his ear The convolutions of a smooth-lipped shell; To which, in silence hushed, his very soul Listened intensely ; and his countenance soon Brightened with joy ; for from within were heard Murmurings, whereby the monitor expressed Mysterious union with its native sea.
Page 41 - Therefore let the moon Shine on thee in thy solitary walk ; And let the misty mountain-winds be free To blow against thee : and, in after years...
Page 58 - A countenance in which did meet Sweet records, promises as sweet; A Creature not too bright or good For human nature's daily food; For transient sorrows , simple wiles , Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
Page 38 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The child is father of the man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Page 29 - Paradise, and groves Elysian, Fortunate Fields — like those of old Sought in the Atlantic Main — why should they be A history only of departed things, Or a mere fiction of what never was ? For the discerning intellect of Man, When wedded to this goodly universe In love and holy passion, shall find these A simple produce of the common day.
Page 10 - God's almightiness, and what He works, and what He suffers to be wrought with high providence in His church; to sing victorious agonies of martyrs and saints, the deeds and triumphs of just and pious nations, doing valiantly through faith against the enemies of Christ; to deplore the general relapses of kingdoms and states from justice and God's true worship.
Page 10 - These abilities, wheresoever they be found, are the inspired gift of God rarely bestowed, but yet to some, though most abuse, in every nation ; and are of power, beside the office of a pulpit, to inbreed and cherish in a great people the seeds of virtue and public civility ; to allay the perturbations of the mind, and set the affections in right tune...
Page 17 - Man of science seeks truth as a remote and unknown benefactor; he cherishes and loves it in his solitude: the Poet, singing a song in which all human beings join with him, rejoices in the presence of truth as our visible friend and hourly companion. Poetry is the breath and finer spirit of all knowledge; it is the impassioned expression which is in the countenance of all Science.