Lectures on Art, and Poems

Baker and Scribner, 1850 - 380 pàgines

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Pàgina 112 - And mine shall Hast thou, which art but air, a touch, a feeling Of their afflictions, and shall not myself, One of their kind, that relish all as sharply, Passion as they, be kindlier...
Pàgina 288 - Though ages long have passed Since our fathers left their home, Their pilot in the blast, O'er untravelled seas to roam, — Yet lives the blood of England in our veins! And shall we not proclaim That blood of honest fame, Which no tyranny can tame By its chains?
Pàgina 95 - As wicked dew as e'er my mother brushed With raven's feather from unwholesome fen Drop on you both!
Pàgina 167 - It is a hard matter for a man to lie all over Nature having provided king's evidence in almost every member. The hand will sometimes act as a vane, to show which way the wind blows, when every feature is set the other way ; the knees smite together and sound the alarm of fear under a fierce countenance ; the legs shake with anger, when all above is calm.* 18.
Pàgina 287 - O'er the vast Atlantic wave to our shore ! For thou with magic might Canst reach to where the light Of...
Pàgina 257 - Now reaching his palette, with masterly care Each tint on its surface he spread; The blue of her eyes, and the brown of her hair, And the pearl and the white of her forehead so fair, And her lips' and her cheeks
Pàgina 170 - Fame does not depend on the will of any man, but Reputation may be given or taken away. Fame is the sympathy of kindred intellects, and sympathy is not a subject of willing, while Reputation, having its source in the popular voice, is a sentence which may either be uttered or suppressed at pleasure. Reputation, being essentially contemporaneous, is always at the mercy of the envious and the ignorant; but Fame, whose very birth...
Pàgina 255 - Black and white, red and yellow, and blue. On the skull of a Titan, that Heaven defied, Sat the fiend, like the grim giant Gog, While aloft to his mouth a huge pipe he applied, Twice as big as the Eddystone lighthouse, descried As it looms through an easterly fog.
Pàgina 202 - Or heard from branch of flowering thorn The song of friendly cuckoo warn The tardy-moving swain ; Hast bid the purple swallow hail ; And seen him now through ether sail, Now sweeping downward o'er the vale, And skimming now the plain ; " Then, catching with a sudden glance The bright and silver-clear expanse Of some broad river's stream, Beheld the boats adown it glide, And motion wind again the tide, Where, chain'd in ice by winter's pride, Late roll'd the heavy team :
Pàgina 203 - Twas I to these the magick gave, That made thy heart, a willing slave, To gentle Nature bend; And taught thee how with tree and flower, And whispering gale, and dropping shower, In converse sweet to pass the hour, As with an early friend...

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