A Second Gallery of Literary PortraitsJ. Hogg, 1850 - 429 páginas |
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... dreams of the continent realised - with what kindling rapture his eye met the Alps , gazed on the golden plains of Italy , or perused the masterpieces of Italian art in the halls of Florence , or the palaces of Rome . Milton in the ...
... dreams of the continent realised - with what kindling rapture his eye met the Alps , gazed on the golden plains of Italy , or perused the masterpieces of Italian art in the halls of Florence , or the palaces of Rome . Milton in the ...
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... dreams . It is , consequently , a naked and gloomy poem ; and as its hero triumphs in death , so it seems to fall ... dream as might have been passing across the fine features of the young Milton , as he lay asleep in Italy . It is an ...
... dreams . It is , consequently , a naked and gloomy poem ; and as its hero triumphs in death , so it seems to fall ... dream as might have been passing across the fine features of the young Milton , as he lay asleep in Italy . It is an ...
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... dreams ; than fairies more graceful , than the cherubim and the seraphim themselves more beautiful . It is the very image ... dream , from which he again and again awoke , weeping , because the bright vision had passed away , and a cold ...
... dreams ; than fairies more graceful , than the cherubim and the seraphim themselves more beautiful . It is the very image ... dream , from which he again and again awoke , weeping , because the bright vision had passed away , and a cold ...
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... Dream ; " Schiller's was a harsh , difficult , wailing , but ulti- mately victorious war ode , like one of Pindar's ; Goethe's was a brilliant , somewhat melodramatic , but finished novel ; Tasso's was an elegy ; but Milton , and Milton ...
... Dream ; " Schiller's was a harsh , difficult , wailing , but ulti- mately victorious war ode , like one of Pindar's ; Goethe's was a brilliant , somewhat melodramatic , but finished novel ; Tasso's was an elegy ; but Milton , and Milton ...
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... Dream , " is as sincere as if it had been penned in blood . And was he not sincere in sleep , when he ground his teeth to pieces in gnashing them ? But his sincerity was not of that profound , constant , and consist- ent kind which ...
... Dream , " is as sincere as if it had been penned in blood . And was he not sincere in sleep , when he ground his teeth to pieces in gnashing them ? But his sincerity was not of that profound , constant , and consist- ent kind which ...
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Página 225 - Tis not too late to seek a newer world. Push off, and sitting well in order smite The sounding furrows ; for my purpose holds To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths 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 19 - 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 50 - 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 227 - 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 32 - Adam the goodliest man of men since born His sons, the fairest of her daughters Eve.
Página 378 - Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant ! Let the dead Past bury its dead ! Act, — act in the living Present ! Heart within, and God o'erhead ! /!Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time ; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o'er life's solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.
Página 44 - 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 20 - I took it for a faery vision Of some gay creatures of the element, That in the colours of the rainbow live, And play i
Página 282 - Will the unicorn be willing to serve thee, Or abide by thy crib? Canst thou bind the unicorn with his band in the furrow? Or will he harrow the valleys after thee?
Página 96 - 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...