The Poetry of Life, Volumen1Carey, Lea, and Blanchard, 1835 |
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... Scarcely can there be found an imagination so dull , but the contemplation of a ruin will awaken it to some dim and dreamy associations with past ages - scarcely a heart so callous , but it will feel , in connection with such a scene ...
... Scarcely can there be found an imagination so dull , but the contemplation of a ruin will awaken it to some dim and dreamy associations with past ages - scarcely a heart so callous , but it will feel , in connection with such a scene ...
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... scarcely one instance in twenty occurs in which their feelings are the same : nor is it merely the harmony or discord of the sound which occasions their preference or dis- like . Each attaches to the name in question a distinct ...
... scarcely one instance in twenty occurs in which their feelings are the same : nor is it merely the harmony or discord of the sound which occasions their preference or dis- like . Each attaches to the name in question a distinct ...
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... scarcely ventures to look up from beneath the gloom of sorrow . The crowing of the cock is generally con- sidered a lively and cheering sound ; yet I knew one , who for many years could not hear INDIVIDUAL ASSOCIATIONS . 53.
... scarcely ventures to look up from beneath the gloom of sorrow . The crowing of the cock is generally con- sidered a lively and cheering sound ; yet I knew one , who for many years could not hear INDIVIDUAL ASSOCIATIONS . 53.
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... scarcely can a feeling be excited or a passion stirred , than the muscles of the forehead are agitated by a corresponding movement . How suddenly and strongly is the forehead affected by astonish- ment ! and even in listening ...
... scarcely can a feeling be excited or a passion stirred , than the muscles of the forehead are agitated by a corresponding movement . How suddenly and strongly is the forehead affected by astonish- ment ! and even in listening ...
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... - fect is the eye as an organ of intelligence , that it is more frequently spoken of in its figurative sense than in any other ; and there is scarcely a writer , however grave , whose pages are not GENERAL ASSOCIATIONS . 63.
... - fect is the eye as an organ of intelligence , that it is more frequently spoken of in its figurative sense than in any other ; and there is scarcely a writer , however grave , whose pages are not GENERAL ASSOCIATIONS . 63.
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Términos y frases comunes
admiration affections amongst animal artist asso associations beauty behold beneath birds bosom boughs brow burlesque capable character charm choly colour dark deep delight earth enjoyment evanescent excitement exquisite familiar fancy flowers gale gaze genius gratification hand happiness harmony heart heaven human ideas imagination impressions intel intellectual Irish labour language less light listen living look Lord Byron lyre mankind marble beauties melan melancholy melody mind minstrel misanthropy moon mountain mysterious nature neral night object ocean painter painting passions pathos peculiar perfect perhaps perpetual picture pleasure poet poet's poetic feeling poetry present principle racter refined repose rience rook SARAH STICKNEY scarcely scene sensations shadow shore silent smile solemn soul sound spirit spring stream striking sublime sweet symbo taste tempest tenderness things thou thought tion touching trees voice wandering waves weary weeping willow wild wind wings woods words
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Página 307 - Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows, While proudly riding o'er the azure realm In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes; Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm; Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind's sway, That, hush'd in grim repose, expects his evening prey.
Página 302 - Tis not enough no harshness gives offence, The sound must seem an echo to the sense. Soft is the strain when Zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse, rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow; Not so, when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.
Página 319 - Nor second he that rode sublime Upon the seraph-wings of Ecstasy, The secrets of th' abyss to spy. He passed the flaming bounds of Place and Time: The living throne, the sapphire blaze, Where angels tremble while they gaze, He saw; but, blasted with excess of light, Closed his eyes in endless night.
Página 335 - men would praise the LORD for his goodness, and for his wonderful works to the children of men! 9 For he satisfieth the longing soul, and filleth the hungry soul with goodness.
Página 330 - And he will be a wild man ; his hand will be against every man, and every man's hand against him ; and he shall dwell in the presence of all his brethren.
Página 163 - How sweet the moonlight sleeps upon this bank! Here will we sit, and let the sounds of music Creep in our ears: soft stillness and the night Become the touches of sweet harmony. Sit, Jessica. Look, how the floor of heaven Is thick inlaid with patines of bright gold; There's not the smallest orb which thou behold'st But in his motion like an angel sings, Still quiring to the young-eyed cherubins: Such harmony is in immortal souls; But, whilst this muddy vesture of decay Doth grossly close it in, we...
Página 331 - He made darkness his secret place ; his pavilion round about him were dark waters and thick clouds of the skies.
Página 306 - How beautiful is night ! A dewy freshness fills the silent air, No mist obscures, nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain, Breaks the serene of heaven : In full-orbed glory yonder moon divine Rolls through the dark blue depths.
Página 146 - Now came still evening on, and twilight grey Had in her sober livery all things clad; Silence accompanied; for beast and bird, They to their grassy couch, these to their nests Were slunk, all but the wakeful nightingale ; She all night long her amorous descant sung , Silence was...