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Page 493 - to detect and watch that gleam of light which flashes across his mind from within, more than the lustre of the firmament of bards and sages. Yet he dismisses without notice his thought because it is his. In every work of genius we recognise our own rejected thoughts ; they come back to us with a certain alienated majesty.
Page 495 - that the present hour is not the critical, decisive hour. Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year. No man has learned anything rightly until he knows that every day is Doomsday.
Page 355 - The jagged alligator, and the might Of earth-convulsing behemoth, which once Were monarch beasts, and on the slimy shores And weed-overgrown continents of earth Increased and multiplied like summer worms On an abandoned corpse, till the blue globe Wrapt deluge round it like a cloke, and they Yelled, gasped, and were abolished.
Page 487 - fly ; where on the pool They, sportive, wheel ; or, sailing down the stream, Are snatch'd immediate by the quick-ey'd trout Or darting salmon. Through the greenwood glade Some love to stray ; there lodged, amus'd, and fed In the fresh leaf. Luxurious, others make The meads their choice, and visit every flower, And every latent herb.
Page 489 - Fierce Winter sweeps them from the face of day. Even so luxurious men, unheeding, pass An idle summer life in fortune's shine, A season's glitter ! Thus they flutter on From toy to toy, from vanity to vice ; Till, blown away by Death, Oblivion comes
Page 398 - Wordsworth for having made one for me! We went over to Alfoxden again the day following, and Wordsworth read us the story of ' Peter Bell ' in the open air ; and the comment upon it by his face and voice was very different from that of some later critics! Whatever might
Page 63 - it appears to me to be in no wise more divine or more sacred than other diseases, but has a natural cause from which it originates, like other affections. Men regard its nature and cause as divine from ignorance, and wonder because it is not
Page 498 - to the best of mankind ; yet was there never a young philosopher whose breeding had fallen into the Christian Church, by whom that brave text of Paul's was not specially prized,—' Then shall also the Son be subject unto Him who put all things under him, that God