What people are saying - Write a review
We haven't found any reviews in the usual places.
acid amongst ancient animal appeared artists bishops Blessed body carbon carbonic acid Catholic Catholic Church Ceylon character christian cultivated death devotion divine doctrine doubt emperor England English fact faith Father favour feeling Germany give Hekla holy honour humic acid inhabitants instruction interest Ireland island Italy king labour land landlords lava learning letters Liebig live Lord Castlereagh Lord Londonderry Lothair manner matter ment mind modern mountain nation natives nature never Nithard nitrogen noble observed opinion Ostyaks painter painting passed persons pious poor present priests Prince Metternich principles Protestant reader Reformation regard religion religious Roman Samoyedes Saxons says scoriae Siberia soul spirit Stellinga things thought tion town travellers truth United Irishmen Vienna volumes whole words writer XXV.-NO
Page 179 - BRIGHT star ! would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night. And watching, with eternal lids apart. Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...
Page 173 - Praise or blame has but a momentary effect on the man whose love of beauty in the abstract makes him a severe critic on his own works. My own domestic criticism has given me pain without comparison beyond what " Blackwood" or the "Quarterly" could possibly inflict : and also when I feel I am right, no external praise can give me such a glow as my own solitary reperception and ratification of what is fine.
Page 179 - The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores, Or gazing on the new soft fallen mask Of snow upon the mountains and the moors — No — yet still steadfast, still unchangeable, Pillow'd upon my fair Love's ripening breast, To feel for ever its soft fall and swell, Awake for ever in a sweet unrest, Still, still to hear her tender-taken breath, And so live ever — or else swoon to death.
Page 171 - According to my state of mind I am with Achilles shouting in the Trenches, or with Theocritus in the Vales of Sicily. Or I throw my whole being into Troilus, and repeating those lines, 'I wander, like a lost Soul upon the Stygian Banks staying for waftage,' I melt into the air with a voluptuousness so delicate that I am content to be alone.
Page 174 - I could be buried near where she lives ! I am afraid to write to her — to receive a letter from her — to see her handwriting would break my heart — even to hear of her anyhow, to see her name written, would be more than I can bear. My dear Brown, what am I to do ? Where can I look for consolation or ease ? If I had any chance of recovery, this passion would kill me. Indeed, through the whole of my illness, both at your house and at Kentish Town, this fever has never ceased wearing me out.
Page 174 - The silk lining she put in my travelling cap scalds my head. My imagination is horribly vivid about her — I see her— I hear her. There is nothing in the world of sufficient interest to divert me from her a moment.
Page 174 - My dear Brown, I should have had her when I was in health, and I should have remained well.
Page 178 - Even if my body would recover of itself, this would prevent it. The very thing which I want to live most for will be a great occasion of my death. I cannot help it. Who can help it? Were I in health it would make me ill, and how can I bear it in my state? I...
Page 171 - The roaring of the wind is my wife and the Stars through the window pane are my Children. The mighty abstract Idea I have of Beauty in all things stifles the more divided and minute domestic happiness...