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Page 8 - Scarce half I seem to live, dead more than half. O dark, dark, dark, amid the blaze of noon, Irrecoverably dark, total eclipse Without all hope of day! O first created beam, and thou great Word, " Let there be light!
Page 266 - Quo desiderio veteres renovamus amores Atque olim amissas flemus amicitias " — lines which he would translate by four lines from one of Shakespeare's Sonnets, "Then can I drown an eye, unused to flow For precious friends hid in death's dateless night, And weep afresh Love's long since cancell'd woe, And moan the expense of many a vanish'd sight,
Page 33 - Another name was on the door: I linger'd; all within was noise Of songs, and clapping hands, and boys That crash'd the glass, and beat the floor; Where once we held debate, a band Of youthful friends, on mind and art. And labour, and the changing mart, And all the framework of the land. On
Page 162 - father was deeply immersed in Pringle's Travels, and Lyell's Geology: and from Pringle he got the image of the hungry lion used in his simile in " Locksley Hall ": Slowly comes a hungry people, as a lion creeping nigher, Glares at one that nods and winks behind a slowlydying fire. He received the following letter from Leigh Hunt, dated July
Page 123 - passionate love of truth, of nature, and of humanity, drove him to work again, with a deeper and a fuller insight into the requirements of the age. His resolve Upbore him and firm faith — And beating up thro' all the bitter world, Like fountains of sweet water in the sea, Kept him a living soul'.
Page 323 - In Memoriam " he had written thus : They say, The solid earth whereon we tread In tracts of fluent heat began, And grew to seeming-random forms, The seeming prey of cyclic storms. Till at the last arose the man; Who throve and branch'd from dime to
Page 317 - This main miracle that thou art thou With power on thine own act and on the world. Then he would enlarge upon man's consequent moral obligations, upon the Law which claims a free obedience, and upon the pursuit of moral perfection (in imitation of the Divine) to which man is called.
Page 265 - Happy he With such a mother! faith in womankind Beats with his blood, and trust in all things high Comes easy to him, and tho' he trip and fall He shall not blind his soul with clay.
Page 142 - Grave mother of majestic works, From her isle-altar gazing down, Who, God-like, grasps the triple forks, And, King-like, wears the crown: Her open eyes desire the truth, The wisdom of a thousand years Is in them. May perpetual youth Keep dry their light from tears