Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Volumen 64;Volumen 127John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell Leavitt, Throw and Company, 1896 |
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... better and digest better , though that is no small gain , but we seem to know bet- ter under the vitalizing touch of the Beautiful , our consciousness seems filled with the affirmation of what life is , what is worth being , what among ...
... better and digest better , though that is no small gain , but we seem to know bet- ter under the vitalizing touch of the Beautiful , our consciousness seems filled with the affirmation of what life is , what is worth being , what among ...
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... better and digest better , though that is no small gain , but we seem to know bet- ter under the vitalizing touch of the Beautiful , our consciousness seems filled with the affirmation of what life is , what is worth being , what among ...
... better and digest better , though that is no small gain , but we seem to know bet- ter under the vitalizing touch of the Beautiful , our consciousness seems filled with the affirmation of what life is , what is worth being , what among ...
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... better fortune is owing to the law of the persistence brought down upon them predatory of types so strikingly exemplified in our hordes from less - favored coasts . Wheth- horses , mice , and ferrets . Like these er our fathers were ...
... better fortune is owing to the law of the persistence brought down upon them predatory of types so strikingly exemplified in our hordes from less - favored coasts . Wheth- horses , mice , and ferrets . Like these er our fathers were ...
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... better cause . I remember some thirty years ago , in the pleasant suburb of Kensington , gay with elm - trees and hedgerows , where some of the streets had only one side , and in which you often passed from rows of new drab colored ...
... better cause . I remember some thirty years ago , in the pleasant suburb of Kensington , gay with elm - trees and hedgerows , where some of the streets had only one side , and in which you often passed from rows of new drab colored ...
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... better have remained unwritten : - " Hunt's letter is probably the exact piece of vulgar coxcombry you might expect from his situation . He is a good man , with some poeti- cal elements in bis chaos ; but spoilt by the Christ Church ...
... better have remained unwritten : - " Hunt's letter is probably the exact piece of vulgar coxcombry you might expect from his situation . He is a good man , with some poeti- cal elements in bis chaos ; but spoilt by the Christ Church ...
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Página 249 - It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, The holy time is quiet as a Nun Breathless with adoration; the broad sun Is sinking down in its tranquillity; The gentleness of heaven broods o'er the Sea: Listen! the mighty Being is awake, And doth with his eternal motion make A sound like thunder— everlastingly.
Página 567 - I can give not what men call love, But wilt thou accept not The worship the heart lifts above And the Heavens reject not, — The desire of the moth for the star, Of the night for the morrow, The devotion to something afar From the sphere of our sorrow?
Página 209 - And it came to pass at the seventh time, that he said, Behold, there ariseth a little cloud out of the sea like a man's hand.
Página 248 - The moving Moon went up the sky, And nowhere did abide; Softly she was going up, And a star or two beside...
Página 371 - ... to two, and from two to all fair forms, and from fair forms to fair practices, and from fair practices to fair notions, until from fair notions he arrives at the notion of absolute beauty, and at last knows what the essence of beauty is.
Página 34 - Replied the angel. Abou spoke more low, But cheerly still ; and said, " I pray thee then, Write me as one that loves his fellow-men.
Página 566 - In varying cadence, soft or strong, He swept the sounding chords along: The present scene, the future lot, His toils, his wants, were all forgot: Cold diffidence, and age's frost, In the full tide of song were lost : Each blank, in faithless memory void, The poet's glowing thought supplied ; And, while his harp responsive rung, 'Twas thus the LATEST MINSTREL sung.
Página 247 - I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling ; And here and there a foamy flake Upon me, as I travel With many a silvery waterbreak Above the golden gravel ; And draw them all along, and flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on forever.
Página 567 - WHEN the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead — When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed. When the lute is broken, Sweet tones are remembered not ; When the lips have spoken, Loved accents are soon forgot. As music and splendour Survive not the lamp and the lute, The heart's echoes render No song when the spirit is mute : — No song but sad dirges, Like the wind through a ruined cell, Or the mournful surges That ring the dead seaman's knell.
Página 371 - Remember how in that communion only, beholding beauty with the eye of the mind, he will be enabled to bring forth, not images of beauty, but realities (for he has hold not of an image but of a reality), and bringing forth and nourishing true virtue to become the friend of God and be immortal, if mortal man may. Would that be an ignoble life?