A New Spirit of the Age, Volumen1Richard H. Horne Smith, Elder and Company, 1844 - 365 páginas |
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... William Wordsworth and Leigh Hunt . . 177 12. Alfred Tennyson . 193 13. T. B. Macaulay . 211 14. Thomas Hood and the late Theodore Hook . .221 15. Harriet Martineau and Mrs. Jameson 16. Sheridan Knowles and William Macready 17. Miss ...
... William Wordsworth and Leigh Hunt . . 177 12. Alfred Tennyson . 193 13. T. B. Macaulay . 211 14. Thomas Hood and the late Theodore Hook . .221 15. Harriet Martineau and Mrs. Jameson 16. Sheridan Knowles and William Macready 17. Miss ...
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... North of England , Scotland , and the Western Isles , traversing the most interesting portions of their journey again on foot . They spent a short time with Mr. Wordsworth and his family at Ry- WILLIAM AND MARY HOWITT . 115.
... North of England , Scotland , and the Western Isles , traversing the most interesting portions of their journey again on foot . They spent a short time with Mr. Wordsworth and his family at Ry- WILLIAM AND MARY HOWITT . 115.
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Richard H. Horne. short time with Mr. Wordsworth and his family at Ry- dal , and in Edinburgh made the personal acquaintance of most ... Wordsworth , Sou- they , and Moore , " he took the opportunity of pressing ... WILLIAM A. D MARY HOWITT .
Richard H. Horne. short time with Mr. Wordsworth and his family at Ry- dal , and in Edinburgh made the personal acquaintance of most ... Wordsworth , Sou- they , and Moore , " he took the opportunity of pressing ... WILLIAM A. D MARY HOWITT .
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... William Wordsworth was a true poet . In this declaration , as in several oth- ers in this " Estimate , " he displayed the very uncommon critical faculty of discovering the truth by its own light , and the almost as uncommon courage and ...
... William Wordsworth was a true poet . In this declaration , as in several oth- ers in this " Estimate , " he displayed the very uncommon critical faculty of discovering the truth by its own light , and the almost as uncommon courage and ...
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... WILLIAM WORDSWORTH AND LEIGH HUNT . " I judge him 176 REV . SYDNEY SMITH , ALBANY FONBLANQUE ,
... WILLIAM WORDSWORTH AND LEIGH HUNT . " I judge him 176 REV . SYDNEY SMITH , ALBANY FONBLANQUE ,
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Página 202 - Old faces glimmer'd thro' the doors, Old footsteps trod the upper floors, Old voices called her from without. She only said, "My life is dreary, He cometh not...
Página 206 - Turn thee, turn thee on thy pillow: get thee to thy rest again. Nay, but Nature brings thee solace; for a tender voice will cry.
Página 161 - Long time a child, and still a child, when years Had painted manhood on my cheek, was I,— For yet I lived like one not born to die ; A thriftless prodigal of smiles and tears, No hope I needed, and I knew no fears. But sleep, though sweet, is only sleep, and waking, I waked to sleep no more, at once o'ertaking The vanguard of my age, with all arrears Of duty on my back. Nor child, nor man, Nor youth, nor sage, I find my head is grey, For I have lost the race I never ran : A rathe December blights...
Página 193 - On a poet's lips I slept, Dreaming like a love-adept In the sound his breathing kept. Nor seeks nor finds he mortal blisses, But feeds on the aerial kisses Of shapes that haunt thought's wildernesses. He will watch from dawn to gloom The lake-reflected sun illume The yellow bees in the ivy-bloom, Nor heed nor see what things they be : But from these create he can Forms more real than living man, Nurslings of immortality.
Página 53 - ... to dive into the depths of dungeons: to plunge into the infection of hospitals ; to survey the mansions of sorrow and pain; to take the gauge and dimensions of misery, depression, and contempt; to remember the forgotten, to attend to the neglected, to visit the forsaken, and to compare and collate the distresses of all men in all countries.
Página 46 - And now the bell — the bell she had so often heard by night and day, and listened to with solemn pleasure almost as a living voice — rung its remorseless toll for her, so young, so beautiful, so good. Decrepit age, and vigorous life, and blooming youth, and helpless infancy, poured forth — on crutches, in the pride of strength and health, in the full blush of promise, in the mere dawn of life — to gather round her tomb.
Página 203 - THERE lies a vale in Ida, lovelier Than all the valleys of Ionian hills. The swimming vapour slopes athwart the glen, Puts forth an arm, and creeps from pine to pine, And loiters, slowly drawn. On either hand The lawns and meadow -ledges midway down Hang rich in flowers, and far below them roars The long brook falling thro' the clov'n ravine In cataract after cataract to the sea.
Página 165 - It is always considered as a piece of impertinence in England, if a man of less than two or three thousand a year has any opinions at all upon important subjects...
Página 355 - We live in deeds, not years; in thoughts, not breaths; In feelings, not in figures on a dial. We should count time by heart-throbs. He most lives Who thinks most — feels the noblest — acts the best.
Página 305 - You must begone," said Death, " these walks are mine." Love wept and spread his sheeny vans for flight; Yet ere he parted said, " This hour is thine : Thou art the shadow of life, and as the tree Stands in the sun and shadows all beneath, So in the light of great eternity Life eminent creates the shade of death ; The shadow passeth when the tree shall fall, But I shall reign for ever over all.