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Page 56 - lightly they speak of the spirit that's gone, and o'er his cold ashes upbraid him "), —and, not to name others that might be named, of a Talfourd, the judge upon the judgment-seat, cited before another tribunal, so strangely, solemnly, suddenly,
Page 179 - same sylvan chant, Fear not slander, censure rash ; Thou hast finished joy and moan Ghost unlaid forbear thee ! Nothing ill come near thee ! Quiet consummation have ; And renowned be thy grave! Prolix as our prosing has been, we have omitted many points to which allusion was proposed. But there will be a Biography ere long,
Page 224 - top of the hill he will ne'er come nigh reaching, Till he learns the distinction 'twixt singing and preaching ; His lyre has some chords that would ring pretty well, But he'd rather by half make a drum of the shell, And rattle away till
Page 57 - His fools have their follies so lost in a crowd Of virtues and feelings, that folly grows proud." From " Peter's Letters" to " Valerius" is an abrupt transition. In this classical novel we are made spectators of a series of tableaux, illustrative of the manners and events of
Page 481 - 1 WHO made you glorious as the gates of Heaven Beneath the keen full moon ? GOD ! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, GOD
Page 467 - whose convulsion blinds To all save carnage, that, beneath the fray, An earthquake roll'd unheededly away 1 None felt stern nature rocking at his feet, And yawning forth a grave for those who lay Upon their bucklers for a winding sheet; Such is the absorbing hate when warring nations meet!
Page 173 - not in any Arcadian illusion, but in the rude contradiction, in the smoke and soil of a too harsh reality." Wilson, as well as Burns, was from boyhood familiar with " huts where poor men lie :" but his pictures of them are " Arcadian illusions," rose-coloured and idealised. Yet a
Page 224 - is Lowell, who's striving Parnassus to climb With a whole bale of isms tied together in rhyme; He might get on alone, spite of brambles and boulders, But he can't with that bundle he has on his
Page 240 - a Puritan Tieck ; When Nature was shaping him, clay was not granted For making so full-sized a man as she wanted, So, to fill out her model, a little she spared From some finer-grained stuff for a woman prepared, For making him fully and perfectly man.
Page 111 - There he stands, looking more like a ploughman than priest, If not dreadfully awkward, not graceful at least, As of brown-fisted Hobnail in hoeing a drill, His gestures all downright and same, if you will, But his periods fall on you, stroke after stroke, Like the blows of a lumberer felling an oak.