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... human that they make our hearts gush with delight ; he discovers feelings in his own breast , and awakens sympa- thies in ours , which shall assuredly one day have real and stable objects to rest on ! The early times of England - unlike ...
... human that they make our hearts gush with delight ; he discovers feelings in his own breast , and awakens sympa- thies in ours , which shall assuredly one day have real and stable objects to rest on ! The early times of England - unlike ...
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... human nor yet quite divine , into the fresh air , and the common ways of this " bright and breathing world . " We travel on the high road of humanity , yet meet in it pleasanter companions , and catch more delicious snatches of ...
... human nor yet quite divine , into the fresh air , and the common ways of this " bright and breathing world . " We travel on the high road of humanity , yet meet in it pleasanter companions , and catch more delicious snatches of ...
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... humanity of the Vicar of Wakefield is less deep than that of Roderick Random , but sweeter tinges of fancy are cast ... human nature's most genial qualities . De Foe is one of the most extraordinary of English au- thors . His Robinson ...
... humanity of the Vicar of Wakefield is less deep than that of Roderick Random , but sweeter tinges of fancy are cast ... human nature's most genial qualities . De Foe is one of the most extraordinary of English au- thors . His Robinson ...
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... human writer seems ever to have hailed the contrite with so cordial a welcome . His scenes appear over- spread with a rich atmosphere of tenderness , which softens and consecrates all things . We would not pass over , without a tribute ...
... human writer seems ever to have hailed the contrite with so cordial a welcome . His scenes appear over- spread with a rich atmosphere of tenderness , which softens and consecrates all things . We would not pass over , without a tribute ...
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... human life are shed not from the imagination or the fancy , but from the affections . It represents , indeed , humanity as more tender , its sorrows as more gentle , its joys as more abundant than they appear to common observers . But ...
... human life are shed not from the imagination or the fancy , but from the affections . It represents , indeed , humanity as more tender , its sorrows as more gentle , its joys as more abundant than they appear to common observers . But ...
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Page 121 - Hence, in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our souls have sight of that immortal sea, Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore.
Page 118 - 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, That had no need of a remoter charm, By thought supplied, nor any interest Unborrowed from the eye.
Page 122 - 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.
Page 121 - I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet; 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.
Page 120 - Not for these I raise The song of thanks and praise; But for those obstinate questionings Of sense and outward things, Fallings from us, vanishings; Blank misgivings of a Creature Moving about in worlds not realized, High instincts before which our mortal Nature Did tremble like a guilty Thing surprised...
Page 118 - For I have learned To look on nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth ; but hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity, Not harsh nor grating, though of ample power To chasten and subdue. And I have felt A presence that disturbs me with the joy Of elevated thoughts ; a sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, And the round ocean and the living air, And the blue sky, and in the mind of man...
Page 182 - The intelligible forms of ancient poets, The fair humanities of old religion, The power, the beauty, and the majesty, That had their haunts in dale, or piny mountain, Or forest by slow stream, or pebbly spring, Or chasms and watery depths; all these have vanished; They live no longer in the faith of reason.
Page 79 - Still roll ; where all the aspects of misery Predominate; whose strong effects are such As he must bear, being powerless to redress; And that unless above himself he can Erect himself, how poor a thing is man...
Page 104 - The appearance, instantaneously disclosed, Was of a mighty city, boldly say A wilderness of building, sinking far And self-withdrawn into a boundless depth, Far sinking into splendour — without end! Fabric it seemed of diamond and of gold, With alabaster domes, and silver spires, And blazing terrace upon terrace, high Uplifted; here, serene pavilions bright...
Page 121 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain light of all our day, Are yet a master light of all our seeing...