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... force they possess to the Scriptural passages of which they are merely paraphrastic . I quote what , in my own opinion , and in that of nearly all my friends , is really the truest poem ever written by Mr. Willis . The shadows lay along ...
... force they possess to the Scriptural passages of which they are merely paraphrastic . I quote what , in my own opinion , and in that of nearly all my friends , is really the truest poem ever written by Mr. Willis . The shadows lay along ...
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... force , and the idea in the concluding qua train is so well put as to have the air of originality . Indeed , I an not sure that the thought of the last two lines is not original ; —at all events it is exceedingly natural and impressive ...
... force , and the idea in the concluding qua train is so well put as to have the air of originality . Indeed , I an not sure that the thought of the last two lines is not original ; —at all events it is exceedingly natural and impressive ...
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... force but little of refined art . Mr. N. seems to be deficient in a sense of completeness . He begins well , vigorously , startlingly , and proceeds by fits , quite at random , now prosing , now exciting vivid interest , but his ...
... force but little of refined art . Mr. N. seems to be deficient in a sense of completeness . He begins well , vigorously , startlingly , and proceeds by fits , quite at random , now prosing , now exciting vivid interest , but his ...
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... Force is its prevailing feature - force resulting rather from well - ordered metre , vigorous rhythm , and a judicious disposal of the circumstances of the poem , than from any of the truer lyric material . I should do my conscience ...
... Force is its prevailing feature - force resulting rather from well - ordered metre , vigorous rhythm , and a judicious disposal of the circumstances of the poem , than from any of the truer lyric material . I should do my conscience ...
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... force . It was deficient in power of impression , and this deficiency is to be attributed mainly to the exceeding brevity of its articles - a bre- vity that degenerated into mere paragraphism , precluding disser- tation or argument ...
... force . It was deficient in power of impression , and this deficiency is to be attributed mainly to the exceeding brevity of its articles - a bre- vity that degenerated into mere paragraphism , precluding disser- tation or argument ...
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Page 173 - In the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace — Radiant palace — reared its head. In the monarch Thought's dominion, It stood there! Never seraph spread a pinion Over fabric half so fair!
Page 571 - The day is done, and the darkness Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward From an eagle in his flight. I see the lights of the village Gleam through the rain and the mist, And a feeling of sadness comes o'er me, That my soul cannot resist: A feeling of sadness and longing, That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain.
Page 324 - So live, that when thy summons comes, to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon; but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 325 - Art is long, and Time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still, like muffled drums, are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
Page 60 - She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love : A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye! Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Page 288 - WE watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, As in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro. So silently we seemed to speak, So slowly moved about As we had lent her half our powers To eke her living out. Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied — We thought her dying when she slept And sleeping when she died. For when the morn came dim and sad, And chill with early showers, Her quiet eyelids closed — she had Another morn than ours.
Page 194 - In the whole composition there should be no word written of which the tendency, direct or indirect, is not to the one preestablished design.
Page 247 - He acts upon the principle that if a thing is worth doing at all it is worth doing well: — and the thing that he "does" especially well is the public.
Page 318 - FULL knee-deep lies the winter snow, And the winter winds are wearily sighing : Toll ye the church-bell sad and slow, And tread softly and speak low, For the old year lies a-dying. Old year, you must not die ; You came to us so readily, You lived with us so steadily, Old year, you shall not die.
Page 317 - And the hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain, And patter their doleful prayers; — But their prayers are all in vain, All in vain...