Critical and Miscellaneous Writings of T. Noon TalfourdPhillips, Sampson, 1854 - 172 páginas |
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... sacred almost for expression . We scarcely dare to scrutinize with a critic's ear , the blend- ing notes of that sad and soft music of human- ity which they breathe . We feel as if there were a kind of privacy in our sympathies with ...
... sacred almost for expression . We scarcely dare to scrutinize with a critic's ear , the blend- ing notes of that sad and soft music of human- ity which they breathe . We feel as if there were a kind of privacy in our sympathies with ...
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... sacred treasures . The sorrows over which current of the soul . " The meanest and most it sheds its influence are " ill - bartered for the ungifted have their gentle remembrances of early days . Love has tinged the life of the artisan ...
... sacred treasures . The sorrows over which current of the soul . " The meanest and most it sheds its influence are " ill - bartered for the ungifted have their gentle remembrances of early days . Love has tinged the life of the artisan ...
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... sacred light on the distant towers of some old monastery , now softening the green - wood shade , now piercing the gloom of the rude cave where the old Covenanter lies - free and universal , and bounteous as the sun - and pouring its ...
... sacred light on the distant towers of some old monastery , now softening the green - wood shade , now piercing the gloom of the rude cave where the old Covenanter lies - free and universal , and bounteous as the sun - and pouring its ...
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... sacred a thing the heart of man is , in spite of its strangest debasements and perversions . How does the inimitable portrait of Claverhouse at first excite our hatred for that carelessness of human misery , that con- tempt for the life ...
... sacred a thing the heart of man is , in spite of its strangest debasements and perversions . How does the inimitable portrait of Claverhouse at first excite our hatred for that carelessness of human misery , that con- tempt for the life ...
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... sacred , their passions inspired by the gods , we do not merely rejoice in a sympathy with their fates prophesied in elder time , their deaths extreme suffering - but are enchanted with ten- almost festal . All things are tinged with ...
... sacred , their passions inspired by the gods , we do not merely rejoice in a sympathy with their fates prophesied in elder time , their deaths extreme suffering - but are enchanted with ten- almost festal . All things are tinged with ...
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Critical and Miscellaneous Writings of T. Noon Talfourd Sir Thomas Noon Talfourd Vista completa - 1866 |
Critical and Miscellaneous Writings of T. Noon Talfourd ... Thomas Noon Talfourd Vista completa - 1854 |
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Página 60 - What then I was. The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, Their colours and their forms, were then to me An appetite; a feeling and a love, 80 That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Página 60 - That time is past, And all its aching joys are now no more, And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur; other gifts Have followed; for such loss, I would believe, Abundant recompense.
Página 62 - The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face.
Página 62 - The wind, the tempest roaring high, The tumult of a tropic sky, Might well be dangerous food For him, a Youth to whom was given So much of earth — so much of Heaven, And such impetuous blood.
Página 61 - The thought of our past years in me doth breed Perpetual benedictions, not indeed For that which is most worthy to be blest — Delight and liberty, the simple creed Of childhood, whether busy or at rest, With new-fledged hope still fluttering in his breast...
Página 161 - Where joy for ever dwells ; hail horrors, hail Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell Receive thy new possessor ; one who brings A mind not to be changed by place, or time.
Página 62 - The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won. Thanks to the human heart by which we live, Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears ; To me the meanest flower that blows can give Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
Página 84 - They live no longer in the faith of reason! But still the heart doth need a language, still Doth the old instinct bring back the old names, And to yon starry world they now are gone, Spirits or gods, that used to share this earth With man as with their friend...
Página 56 - The appearance, instantaneously disclosed, Was of a mighty city — boldly say A wilderness of building, sinking far And self-withdrawn into a wondrous depth, Far sinking into splendor — without end ! Fabric it seemed of diamond and of gold, With alabaster domes, and silver spires, And blazing terrace upon terrace, high Uplifted...
Página 58 - ... whose sable roof Of boughs, as if for festal purpose, decked With unrejoicing berries, ghostly Shapes May meet at noontide; FEAR and trembling HOPE, SILENCE and FORESIGHT; DEATH, the Skeleton, And TIME, the Shadow; there to celebrate, As in a natural temple scattered o'er With altars undisturbed of mossy stone, United worship; or in mute repose To lie, and listen to the mountain flood Murmuring from Glaramara's inmost caves.