The American Monthly Magazine, Volume 1Peirce and Williams, 1829 |
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... wonder to the noise of its invisible workmanship . It is too fine a knowledge for us . We shall comprehend it when we know how the ' morning stars sang together . ' You would hardly look for music in the dreariness of the early winter ...
... wonder to the noise of its invisible workmanship . It is too fine a knowledge for us . We shall comprehend it when we know how the ' morning stars sang together . ' You would hardly look for music in the dreariness of the early winter ...
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... wonder to me , that the voice is so neglected in a fashionable education . There is a power in it over men , greater even than manner , for it is never suspected . Nothing repels like indifference , and indifference is a loud talker ...
... wonder to me , that the voice is so neglected in a fashionable education . There is a power in it over men , greater even than manner , for it is never suspected . Nothing repels like indifference , and indifference is a loud talker ...
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... wonder when I was a boy how Socrates knew that this world was not enough for his capacities , and that his soul therefore was immortal . It is no marvel to me now . IMITATED FROM GOETHE . WHAT Song , amidst his festal halls , Has caught ...
... wonder when I was a boy how Socrates knew that this world was not enough for his capacities , and that his soul therefore was immortal . It is no marvel to me now . IMITATED FROM GOETHE . WHAT Song , amidst his festal halls , Has caught ...
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... wonder is a species of worship , a phantasm of idolatry , which , however earnest in itself , and flattering to its object , is both too indefinite and too violent to endure . We are dazzled and exhausted with so much abstract ...
... wonder is a species of worship , a phantasm of idolatry , which , however earnest in itself , and flattering to its object , is both too indefinite and too violent to endure . We are dazzled and exhausted with so much abstract ...
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... wonder and astonishment at power we cannot comprehend , but it is gazing on resemblances of our own airy castles , and shapes which , in our vanity , we half believe to be shadows of ourselves , and our capacities as they might have ...
... wonder and astonishment at power we cannot comprehend , but it is gazing on resemblances of our own airy castles , and shapes which , in our vanity , we half believe to be shadows of ourselves , and our capacities as they might have ...
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Page 265 - He was the man who of all modern, and perhaps ancient poets, had the largest and most comprehensive soul. All the images of nature were still present to him, and he drew them not laboriously, but luckily : when he describes anything, you more than see it, you feel it too.
Page 265 - This is mentioned to vindicate tragedy from the small esteem, or rather infamy, which in the account of many it undergoes at this day, with other common interludes; happening through the poets' error of intermixing comic stuff with tragic sadness and gravity, or introducing trivial and vulgar persons; which by all judicious hath been counted absurd and brought in without discretion, corruptly to gratify the people.
Page 434 - Blind with thine hair the eyes of Day; Kiss her until she be wearied out, Then wander o'er city, and sea, and land, Touching all with thine opiate wand— Come, long-sought!
Page 272 - Caesar must bleed for it. And, gentle friends, Let's kill him boldly, but not wrathfully; Let's carve him as a dish fit for the gods, Not hew him as a carcass fit for hounds...
Page 258 - Next, for hear me out now, readers, that I may tell ye whither my younger feet wandered, I betook me among those lofty fables and romances which recount in solemn cantos the deeds of knighthood founded by our victorious kings, and from hence had in renown over all Christendom.
Page 21 - 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 168 - O'er the dark trees a yellower verdure shed, And tip with silver every mountain's head ; Then shine the vales, the rocks in prospect rise, A flood of glory bursts from all the skies : The conscious swains, rejoicing in the sight, Eye the blue vault, and bless the useful light.
Page 434 - When I arose and saw the dawn, I sighed for thee; When light rode high, and the dew was gone, And noon lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary Day turned to his rest, Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me ? Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side ? Wouldst thou me?
Page 432 - Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear...
Page 382 - ... an unheeded process in the skeleton of a mole, and whose mind like his microscope perceives nature only in detail ; the rhymer who makes smooth verses, and paints to our imagination when he should only speak to our hearts; all equally fancy themselves walking forward to immortality, and desire the crowd behind them to look on. The crowd takes them at their word. Patriot, philosopher, and poet, are shouted in their train. Where was there ever so much merit seen ; no times so important as our own...