A Second Gallery of Literary PortraitsJ. Hogg, 1852 - 330 páginas |
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... ISAAC TAYLOR ..... ... ... ... ... ... 247 HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ... ... : 254 PHILIP JAMES BAILEY JOHN STERLING ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 265 THOMAS DE QUINCEY , SECOND SITTING WILLIAM WORDSWORTH , SECOND SITTING ...
... ISAAC TAYLOR ..... ... ... ... ... ... 247 HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW ... ... : 254 PHILIP JAMES BAILEY JOHN STERLING ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... 265 THOMAS DE QUINCEY , SECOND SITTING WILLIAM WORDSWORTH , SECOND SITTING ...
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... Isaac Taylor , and a Cowper . But men who might have taken foremost places in the walks of letters and science , and yet have voluntarily devoted themselves to the Christian cause , and yet continue amid all this devotion tremblingly ...
... Isaac Taylor , and a Cowper . But men who might have taken foremost places in the walks of letters and science , and yet have voluntarily devoted themselves to the Christian cause , and yet continue amid all this devotion tremblingly ...
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... Isaac Taylor , Walter Scott ; Addison , too , was never so good as when he put on the short face of the " Spectator . " Wilson is never so good as when he assumes the glorious alias of Christopher North . And , thirdly , the anony- mous ...
... Isaac Taylor , Walter Scott ; Addison , too , was never so good as when he put on the short face of the " Spectator . " Wilson is never so good as when he assumes the glorious alias of Christopher North . And , thirdly , the anony- mous ...
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... Isaac Taylor intimates , of a law which had frozen into a vast icy idol , but of the warm crea- tion as it shone around him . Still , his worship did not reach the measure , or deserve the name , of piety ; it was the worship of an ...
... Isaac Taylor intimates , of a law which had frozen into a vast icy idol , but of the warm crea- tion as it shone around him . Still , his worship did not reach the measure , or deserve the name , of piety ; it was the worship of an ...
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... Isaac Taylor , and others , has made up for the indifference of ages . Still , Nichol is the prose laureate of the stars . From his writings ascends hitherto the richest tribute of mingled intelligence of their laws - love for their ...
... Isaac Taylor , and others , has made up for the indifference of ages . Still , Nichol is the prose laureate of the stars . From his writings ascends hitherto the richest tribute of mingled intelligence of their laws - love for their ...
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Página 13 - Typhon huge ending in snaky twine : Our Babe, to show His Godhead true, Can in His swaddling bands control the damned crew.
Página 263 - Down the dark future, through long generations, The echoing sounds grow fainter, and then cease ; And like a bell, with solemn, sweet vibrations, I hear once more the voice of Christ say " Peace !" Peace ! and no longer from its brazen portals The blast of War's great organ shakes the skies ! But beautiful as songs of the immortals, The holy melodies of love arise.
Página 34 - And thus I saw the horses in the vision, and them that sat on them, having breastplates of fire, and of jacinth, and brimstone: and the heads of the horses were as the heads of lions : and out of their mouths issued fire and smoke and brimstone.
Página 155 - Of all the western stars, until I die. It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho...
Página 157 - And one : * He had not wholly quench'd his power; A little grain of conscience made him sour.' At last I heard a voice upon the slope Cry to the summit, ' Is there any hope ? ' To which an answer peal'd from that high land, But in a tongue no man could understand ; And on the glimmering limit far withdrawn God made Himself an awful rose of dawn.
Página 13 - The oracles are dumb, No voice or hideous hum Runs through the arched roof in words deceiving. Apollo from his shrine Can no more divine, With hollow shriek the steep of Delphos leaving. No nightly trance, or breathed spell, Inspires the pale-eyed priest from the prophetic cell.
Página 30 - Never, lago. Like to the Pontic sea, Whose icy current and compulsive course Ne'er feels retiring ebb, but keeps due on To the Propontic and the Hellespont ; Even so my bloody thoughts, with violent pace, Shall ne'er look back, ne'er ebb to humble love, Till that a capable and wide revenge Swallow them up. Now, by yond marble heaven, In the due reverence of a sacred vow [Kneels.
Página 66 - Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought : entranced in prayer 1 worshipped the Invisible alone. Yet, like some sweet beguiling melody, So sweet, we know not we are listening to it...
Página 152 - Ancient founts of inspiration well thro' all my fancy yet. Howsoever these things be, a long farewell to Locksley Hall! Now for me the woods may wither, now for me the roof-tree fall. Comes a vapor from the margin, blackening over heath and holt, Cramming all the blast before it, in its breast a thunderbolt. Let it fall on Locksley Hall, with rain or hail, or fire or snow; For the mighty wind arises, roaring seaward, and I go.
Página 151 - When the centuries behind me like a fruitful land reposed ; When I clung to all the present for the promise that it closed : When I...