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 judgement, a vision", a poem by Mr. Hillhouse of New York. Remarks on social worshipLongman, Hurst, Rees, Orme, and Brown, 1822 |
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... sorrow ; for respect is due And veneration to the sacred bard From all mankind , for that the muse inspires Herself his song , and loves the tuneful tribe . He ended , and the herald bore his charge To the old Hero , who with joy ...
... sorrow ; for respect is due And veneration to the sacred bard From all mankind , for that the muse inspires Herself his song , and loves the tuneful tribe . He ended , and the herald bore his charge To the old Hero , who with joy ...
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... sorrows of an un- merited affliction , fall when and where they may , must ever be an occurrence highly dis- tressing to a human mind ; but to see the very spring and morning of existence clouded with grief , a victim , as it were ...
... sorrows of an un- merited affliction , fall when and where they may , must ever be an occurrence highly dis- tressing to a human mind ; but to see the very spring and morning of existence clouded with grief , a victim , as it were ...
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... sorrows and privations , sit down beside the social hearth with Hoel , and the favoured pupil of thy earliest song : but we are in the hands of one who knoweth what is best ; on him let us repose our trust ; and then my friends ...
... sorrows and privations , sit down beside the social hearth with Hoel , and the favoured pupil of thy earliest song : but we are in the hands of one who knoweth what is best ; on him let us repose our trust ; and then my friends ...
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... , the rose too sweet , Fatal to Paradise . Fled from his cheek The bloom of Eden ; his hyacinthine locks Were changed to grey ; with years and sorrows ༥ ། bowed He seemed ; but through his ruined form still shone 112 EVENINGS IN AUTUMN .
... , the rose too sweet , Fatal to Paradise . Fled from his cheek The bloom of Eden ; his hyacinthine locks Were changed to grey ; with years and sorrows ༥ ། bowed He seemed ; but through his ruined form still shone 112 EVENINGS IN AUTUMN .
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... sorrow to the grave . ” It was , therefore , with peculiar satisfaction , that , after walking for about half an hour , Mr. Walsingham , having recognized , though at a considerable distance , the approach of the wanderers , announced ...
... sorrow to the grave . ” It was , therefore , with peculiar satisfaction , that , after walking for about half an hour , Mr. Walsingham , having recognized , though at a considerable distance , the approach of the wanderers , announced ...
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Página 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...
Página 282 - The sun to me is dark And silent as the moon, When she deserts the night, Hid in her vacant interlunar cave.
Página 271 - Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill...
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 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.
Página 190 - When the world is dark with tempests, when thunder rolls and lightning flies, thou lookest in thy beauty from the clouds, and laughest at the storm. But to Ossian thou lookest in vain, for he beholds thy beams no more; whether thy yellow hair flows on the eastern clouds, or thou tremblest at the gates of the west.
Página 70 - Thus there are two books from whence I collect my divinity — besides that written one of God, another of his servant nature ; that universal and public manuscript, that lies expanded unto the eyes of all — those that never saw him in the one, have discovered him in the other.
Página 36 - Then all for women, painting, rhyming, drinking, Besides ten thousand freaks that died in thinking. Blest madman, who could every hour employ With something new to wish or to enjoy ! Railing and praising were his usual themes, And both to show his judgment, in extremes : So over violent or over civil, That every man with him was God or devil.
Página 270 - Orphean lyre I sung of chaos and eternal Night, Taught by the heavenly Muse to venture down The dark descent, and up to reascend, Though hard and rare.