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... the author may also intimate his inten- tion of issuing soon a revised edition of his first " Gallery , " the other having been long out of print . Dundee , 1st December , 1849 . JOHN MILTON , LORD BYRON , GEORGE CRABBE , JOHN.
... the author may also intimate his inten- tion of issuing soon a revised edition of his first " Gallery , " the other having been long out of print . Dundee , 1st December , 1849 . JOHN MILTON , LORD BYRON , GEORGE CRABBE , JOHN.
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... , PHILIP JAMES BAILEY , • JOHN STERLING , PAGE 9 42 61 78 96 • 110 133 146 158 177 . 192 207 229 · 239 251 263 • 277 287 · 292 303 . € 311 318 · 327 340 · 346 SECOND GALLERY OF LITERARY PORTRAITS . JOHN MILTON . PERHAPS.
... , PHILIP JAMES BAILEY , • JOHN STERLING , PAGE 9 42 61 78 96 • 110 133 146 158 177 . 192 207 229 · 239 251 263 • 277 287 · 292 303 . € 311 318 · 327 340 · 346 SECOND GALLERY OF LITERARY PORTRAITS . JOHN MILTON . PERHAPS.
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Being a Second Gallery of Literary Portraits George Gilfillan. 1 SECOND GALLERY OF LITERARY PORTRAITS . JOHN MILTON . PERHAPS.
Being a Second Gallery of Literary Portraits George Gilfillan. 1 SECOND GALLERY OF LITERARY PORTRAITS . JOHN MILTON . PERHAPS.
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... Milton . Can any thing new , that is true - or true that is new , be said on such a theme ? Have not the ages been ... Milton's memory and who can , at one time or other , resist the impulse to cast ? on it another stone , however rough ...
... Milton . Can any thing new , that is true - or true that is new , be said on such a theme ? Have not the ages been ... Milton's memory and who can , at one time or other , resist the impulse to cast ? on it another stone , however rough ...
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... Milton or the Shakspeare is more the creator than he is the creature Some men pass through the atmosphere of their time as meteors through the air , or comets through the heavens- leaving as little impression , and having with it a ...
... Milton or the Shakspeare is more the creator than he is the creature Some men pass through the atmosphere of their time as meteors through the air , or comets through the heavens- leaving as little impression , and having with it a ...
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Page 279 - Prayer is the burden of a sigh ; The falling of a tear, The upward glancing of an eye, When none but God is near.
Page 260 - The many men so beautiful! And they all dead did lie: And a thousand thousand slimy things Lived on; and so did I.
Page 24 - Typhon huge ending in snaky twine : Our Babe, to show His Godhead true, Can in His swaddling bands control the damned crew.
Page 24 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance or breathed spell Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Page 338 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter, and then cease ; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say " Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Page 248 - Could I embody and unbosom now That which is most within me, — could I wreak My thoughts upon expression, and thus throw Soul, heart, mind, passions, feelings strong or weak, All that I would have sought, and all I seek, Bear, know, feel, and yet breathe — into one word, And that one word were Lightning, I would speak ; But as it is, I live and die unheard, With a most voiceless thought, sheathing it as a sword.
Page 29 - Parthenon As the best gem upon her zone ; And Morning opes with haste her lids To gaze upon the Pyramids ; O'er England's Abbeys bends the sky As on its friends with kindred eye ; For, out of Thought's interior sphere These wonders rose to upper air, And nature gladly gave them place, Adopted them into her race, And granted them an equal date With Andes and with Ararat.
Page 332 - Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us, Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Page 91 - Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it...
Page 204 - At last I heard a voice upon the slope Cry to the summit, ' Is there any hope ? ' To which an answer peal'd from that high land, But in a tongue no man could understand ; And on the glimmering limit far withdrawn God made Himself an awful rose of dawn.