American Quarterly Review, Volume 19Robert Walsh Carey, Lea & Carey, 1836 - Serial publications |
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... body , his works are little read . The all - pervading , and all - consuming taste for light reading , has done much towards quenching the spirit of philosophy , and deterring those the most strongly possessing it from venturing an ...
... body , his works are little read . The all - pervading , and all - consuming taste for light reading , has done much towards quenching the spirit of philosophy , and deterring those the most strongly possessing it from venturing an ...
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... body , may be but a reproduction from the same elements cast in a new form . This is no disparaging view of human nature : though it may depre- ciate our admiration for an individual , yet certainly not for the general powers and ...
... body , may be but a reproduction from the same elements cast in a new form . This is no disparaging view of human nature : though it may depre- ciate our admiration for an individual , yet certainly not for the general powers and ...
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... bodies of thou- sands to manure the soil , that the wasted hours , the labours which once seemed as fragile and unworthy of remembrance as dreams , have become undying records ; and from seeming ruin rise the harvest and the success of ...
... bodies of thou- sands to manure the soil , that the wasted hours , the labours which once seemed as fragile and unworthy of remembrance as dreams , have become undying records ; and from seeming ruin rise the harvest and the success of ...
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... body , the majesty and grace of perfect beauty , though they are wrought by the glowing power of the imagination , and have no other basis than the fading colours of the canvass . It comes from the past , through all the glory we attach ...
... body , the majesty and grace of perfect beauty , though they are wrought by the glowing power of the imagination , and have no other basis than the fading colours of the canvass . It comes from the past , through all the glory we attach ...
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... bodies , when let loose , mingle with the thinnest vapour of the air . It should be remembered too , that the horizon which limits the vision of the humbler spirits is not the same which bounds the view of the more powerful . The sphere ...
... bodies , when let loose , mingle with the thinnest vapour of the air . It should be remembered too , that the horizon which limits the vision of the humbler spirits is not the same which bounds the view of the more powerful . The sphere ...
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Page 463 - tis true I have gone here and there, And made myself a motley to the view, Gored mine own thoughts, sold cheap what is most dear, Made old offences of affections new...
Page 462 - IT is a beauteous evening, calm and free ; The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration...
Page 114 - Green be the turf above thee, Friend of my better days ! None knew thee but to love thee, Nor named thee but to praise. Tears fell, when thou wert dying, From eyes unused to weep, And long where thou art lying Will tears the cold turf steep. When hearts, whose truth was proven Like thine, are laid in earth, There should a wreath be woven, To tell the world their worth ; And I, who woke each morrow...
Page 111 - All day thy wings have fanned At that far height, the cold thin atmosphere ; Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, Though the dark night is near.
Page 119 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
Page 457 - Love's not Time's Fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come ; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Page 465 - CYRIACK, this three years day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope ; but still bear up and steer Right onward. What supports me, dost thou...
Page 456 - Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells: In truth the prison, unto which we doom Ourselves, no prison is: and hence for me, In sundry moods, 'twas pastime to be bound Within the Sonnet's scanty plot of ground; Pleased if some Souls (for such there needs must be) Who have felt the weight of too much liberty, Should find brief solace there, as I have found.
Page 293 - I do remember well the hour which burst My spirit's sleep : a fresh May-dawn it was, When I walked forth upon the glittering grass, And wept, I knew not why ; until there rose From the near schoolroom, voices, that, alas ! Were but one echo from a world of woes — The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes.
Page 464 - In me. thou see'st the twilight of such day As after sunset fadeth in the west ; Which by and by black night doth take away, Death's second self, that seals up all in rest. In me thou see'st the glowing of such fire That on the ashes of his youth doth lie, As the death-bed whereon it must expire, Consumed with that which it was nourish'd by. This thou perceiv'st, which makes thy love more strong, To love that well which thou must leave ere long.