Evenings in Autumn: On the blindness of Homer, Ossian, and Milton. The Valley of the Rye, continued. On the character and writings of Sir Thomas Browne. Critical remarks on "The judgment, a vision", a poem by Mr. Hillhouse of New York. Remarks on social worship - the village churchLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1822 |
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Strana 120
... sleep , Whose dark and drear abode no cheering dream , No bright - hued vision ever enters ; souls For ages pent , perhaps , in some dim world Where guilty spectres stalk the twilight gloom . For , like the spirit's last seraphic smile ...
... sleep , Whose dark and drear abode no cheering dream , No bright - hued vision ever enters ; souls For ages pent , perhaps , in some dim world Where guilty spectres stalk the twilight gloom . For , like the spirit's last seraphic smile ...
Strana 161
... sleep . On his arrival at Helmsley , it was nearly dark , and wrapping himself up so as to avoid as much as possible all recognition , he hastened to the Ducal mansion , and enquiring for Sir Ralph Blenford , was shewn into that ...
... sleep . On his arrival at Helmsley , it was nearly dark , and wrapping himself up so as to avoid as much as possible all recognition , he hastened to the Ducal mansion , and enquiring for Sir Ralph Blenford , was shewn into that ...
Strana 191
... sleep in thy clouds , careless of the voice of the morning . Exult then , O sun ! in the strength of thy youth ! Age is dark and unlovely ; it is like the glim- mering light of the moon , when it shines through broken clouds , and the ...
... sleep in thy clouds , careless of the voice of the morning . Exult then , O sun ! in the strength of thy youth ! Age is dark and unlovely ; it is like the glim- mering light of the moon , when it shines through broken clouds , and the ...
Strana 195
... sleep fell on thine eyes , at the murmur of Moruth . When thou didst return from the chace in the day of the sun , thou has heard the music of bards , and thy song is lovely ! It is lovely , O Malvina ! but it melts the soul . There is ...
... sleep fell on thine eyes , at the murmur of Moruth . When thou didst return from the chace in the day of the sun , thou has heard the music of bards , and thy song is lovely ! It is lovely , O Malvina ! but it melts the soul . There is ...
Strana 210
... sleeps , and the slumber of the body seems to be but the waking of the soul . It is the ligation of sense ; but the liberty of reason , and our waking con- ceptions , do not match the fancies of our sleeps 210 EVENINGS IN AUTUMN .
... sleeps , and the slumber of the body seems to be but the waking of the soul . It is the ligation of sense ; but the liberty of reason , and our waking con- ceptions , do not match the fancies of our sleeps 210 EVENINGS IN AUTUMN .
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On the blindness of Homer, Ossian, and Milton. The Valley of the Rye ... Nathan Drake Úplné zobrazenie - 1822 |
On the blindness of Homer, Ossian, and Milton. The Valley of the Rye ... Nathan Drake Úplné zobrazenie - 1822 |
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Strana 271 - Harmonious numbers; as the wakeful bird Sings darkling, and in shadiest covert hid Tunes her nocturnal note. Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of ev'n or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine...
Strana 282 - The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon, When she deserts the night, Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.
Strana 36 - In the first rank of these did Zimri' stand, A man so various that he seemed to be Not one, but all mankind's epitome : Stiff in opinions, always in the wrong, Was everything by starts and nothing long; But in the course of one revolving moon Was chymist, fiddler, statesman, and buffoon ; Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking.
Strana 190 - O thou that rollest above, round as the shield of my fathers ! Whence are thy beams, O sun ! thy everlasting light ! Thou comest forth in thy awful beauty ; the stars hide themselves in the sky ; the moon, cold and pale, sinks in the western wave ; but thou thyself movest aloive.
Strana 278 - To hoarse or mute, though fallen on evil days, On evil days though fallen, and evil tongues, In darkness, and with dangers compassed round, And solitude ; yet not alone, while thou Visit'st my slumbers nightly, or when morn Purples the east. Still govern thou my song, Urania, and fit audience find, though few.
Strana 270 - Thee I revisit safe, And feel thy sovran vital lamp ; but thou Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Or dim suffusion veiled.
Strana 208 - There is surely a piece of divinity in us, something that was before the elements, and owes no homage unto the sun. Nature tells me I am the image of God, as well as Scripture : he that understands not thus much, hath not his introduction or first lesson, and is yet to begin the alphabet of man.
Strana 205 - I do embrace it; for even that vulgar and tavern music, which makes one man merry, another mad, strikes in me a deep fit of devotion, and a profound contemplation of the first composer.
Strana 270 - HAIL, holy Light, offspring of heaven first-born, Or of the eternal co-eternal beam, May I express thee unblamed ? since God is light, And never but in unapproached light Dwelt from eternity, dwelt then in thee, Bright effluence of bright essence increate.
Strana 95 - Men that look no further than their outsides, think health an appurtenance unto life, and quarrel with their constitutions for being sick ; but I, that have examined the parts of man, and know upon what tender filaments that fabric hangs, do wonder that we are not always so ; and, considering the thousand doors that lead to death, do thank my God that we can die but once.