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... equal to Strap . Partridge is dry , and hard , compared with this poor barber - boy , with his generous overflowings of affection . Roderick Random , indeed , with its varied de- lineation of life , is almost a romance . Its hero is ...
... equal to Strap . Partridge is dry , and hard , compared with this poor barber - boy , with his generous overflowings of affection . Roderick Random , indeed , with its varied de- lineation of life , is almost a romance . Its hero is ...
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... equal , and partly by the certainty that she must either become guilty or continue wretched . Nothing can be at once sweeter and more affecting than her ecstatic dream after she has taken the fatal mixture , her seraphical playing on ...
... equal , and partly by the certainty that she must either become guilty or continue wretched . Nothing can be at once sweeter and more affecting than her ecstatic dream after she has taken the fatal mixture , her seraphical playing on ...
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... equal light on all — illuminating the vast hills of purple heath , the calm breast of the quiet water , and the rich masses of the grove - now gleaming with a sacred light on the distant towers of some old monastery , now softening the ...
... equal light on all — illuminating the vast hills of purple heath , the calm breast of the quiet water , and the rich masses of the grove - now gleaming with a sacred light on the distant towers of some old monastery , now softening the ...
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... Equal in terrific power , is the view given us of the last confession and death of that " awful woman " -her intense perception of her long past guilt , with her deadness to all else her yet quenchless hate to the object of her youthful ...
... Equal in terrific power , is the view given us of the last confession and death of that " awful woman " -her intense perception of her long past guilt , with her deadness to all else her yet quenchless hate to the object of her youthful ...
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... equal in the conceptions which dramatic power has been able to imbody . Its startling unexpected- ness , yet its perfect probability to the imagina- tion - the high tone and wild enthusiasm of character in the murderers - the ...
... equal in the conceptions which dramatic power has been able to imbody . Its startling unexpected- ness , yet its perfect probability to the imagina- tion - the high tone and wild enthusiasm of character in the murderers - the ...
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admiration affections amidst amongst beauty bill breathe cause character Christian church Church of England common court criticism death deep delight divine earth EDINBURGH REVIEW eloquence eternal excitement exhibit faculties faith fame fancy favour fear feel friends genius George Whitfield give glory grace habits happy heart heaven holy honour hope House House of Commons human imagination immortal inspired intellectual interest justice labours learned less living Lord Lord Eldon Lord Stowell Luther mankind ment mighty mind moral nature ness never Nisi Prius noble object once passion Pitt pleasure poet poetry Port-Royal present principles Queen Mab racter regard rendered Richard Baxter sacred scarcely scene seems sense sion slave trade solemn soul spirit statute of Anne strange success sympathy taste things thought tion triumph truth virtue voice Whitfield Wilberforce words Xavier youth
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Page 56 - Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind...
Page 56 - The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Page 155 - What though the field be lost? All is not lost — the unconquerable will, And study of revenge, immortal hate, And courage never to submit or yield: And what is else not to be overcome That glory never shall his wrath or might Extort from me.
Page 12 - The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion : the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite ; a feeling and a love, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, or any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Page 56 - She shall be sportive as the fawn That wild with glee across the lawn, Or up the mountain springs; And her's shall be the breathing balm, And her's the silence and the calm Of mute insensate things. "The floating clouds their state shall lend To her; for her the willow bend; Nor shall she fail to see Even in the motions of the Storm Grace that shall mould the Maiden's form By silent sympathy.
Page 56 - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Page 55 - 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; Uphold us, cherish, and have power to make Our noisy years seem moments in the being Of the eternal Silence : truths that wake, To perish never...
Page 55 - The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benedictions, not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest — Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast...
Page 156 - But Greece and her foundations are Built below the tide of war, Based on the crystalline sea Of thought and its eternity; Her citizens, imperial spirits, Rule the present from the past, On all this world of men inherits Their seal is set.
Page 50 - There sometimes doth a leaping fish Send through the tarn a lonely cheer; The crags repeat the raven's croak, In symphony austere ; Thither the rainbow comes — the cloud — • And mists that spread the flying shroud ; And sunbeams ; and the sounding blast, That, if it could, would hurry past; But that enormous barrier binds it fast.