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Page 120 - 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 wat'ry depths ; all these have vanished They live no longer in the faith of reason...
Page 276 - That it is the bounden duty of the responsible advisers of the crown to recommend to his majesty for grants of pensions on the civil list such persons only as have just claims on the royal beneficence, or who, by their personal services to the crown, by the performance of duties to the public, or by their useful discoveries in science, and attainments in literature and the arts, have merited the gracious consideration of their Sovereign, and the gratitude of their country.
Page 146 - ... soothing smile, those accents ever bland, Say, were they born of earth, or caught from heaven ? Art thou some seraph-minister of grace, Whose glorious mission in the skies had birth ? An angel sure in bearing, form, and face, All but thy tears, — and they belong to earth ! Oh, ne'er did beauty, in its loftiest pride, A splendour boast that may compare with thine ; Thus bending low yon sufferer's bed beside, Thy graces mortal, but thy cares divine.
Page 152 - Poet's a planet that's brightest apart — Let him revel at will in the world of the heart ; But the moment he strives 'mid the crush of the throng, Like a bird too much handled, he loses his song ; And the fools wont to worship his light from afar, Are the first to proclaim him no longer a star. Hie thee back to the Harp that beguiled thee of yore, And return to the strife of the many no more ! Dismiss the small junta that wait on thy nod — Such a coterie deserve no such Bard for their god ; To...
Page 312 - I was curious," says Mr. Ritchie, " in observing what he made of the objects he selected for his sketches, and was frequently surprised to find what a forcible idea he conveyed of a place with scarcely a single correct detail. His exaggerations, when it suited his purpose to exaggerate, were wonderful; lifting up, for instance, by two or three stories, the steeple or rather stunted cone of a village-church; and when I returned to London, I never failed to roast him on this habit.
Page 340 - Why sit you here, my little maid ?' An aged pilgrim spake : The child looked upward from her book, Like one but just awake.
Page 150 - neath th' umbrageous oaks Of some old forest, bad his sylvan groups, Goddess with Mortal, Fawn with Dryad joined, To Pan's untutored music circle round. For such the themes thy chastened fancy loved : But now thy sun has set, thy twilight sunk In deepest night, and thou hast sought a sky] Where never cloud or shade can vex thee more ! nOWITT'S JOURNAL.
Page 263 - Intreat me not to leave thee so, Or turn from following thee; Where'er thou goest I will go, Thy home my home shall be ! The path thou treadest, hear my vow, By me shall still be trod; Thy people be my people now ; Thy...