Cues from All Quarters: Or, The Literary Musings of a Clerical RecluseRoberts, 1871 - 340 pagina's |
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animals Anthony Trollope asks beauty better biped Boswell Brontè brother brutes called Carlyle character Charles Bonnet Charles Lamb childhood contradiction creatures crowd death Derwent Coleridge Descartes dream earth Ejuxria essay existence eyes face fancy father feel give gout gouty subject grief habit handy-dandy happy Hartley Coleridge hath heart heaven Horace Walpole human humour imagination immortal Jules Janin Julius Cæsar justice kind King Leigh Hunt less lines listener live London look Lord Lord Lytton Madame mind mother Nathaniel Hawthorne nature never a child night observes once a child pain Pandarus perhaps person Peter Bell philosophy poet poor qu'il remarks round says scarcely seems sense sleep smile solitude sorrow sort soul spirit sufferings sure sweet Sydney Smith talk tells thee thief things thou thought tion told waking wonder Wordsworth writes young youth
Populaire passages
Pagina 131 - Or cast as rubbish to the void, When God hath made the pile complete; That not a worm is cloven in vain; That not a moth with vain desire Is shrivelled in a fruitless fire, Or but subserves another's gain.
Pagina 132 - Through tatter'd clothes small vices do appear ; Robes, and furr'd gowns, hide all. Plate sin with gold, And the strong lance of justice hurtless breaks : Arm it in rags, a pigmy's straw doth pierce it.
Pagina 93 - But little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth. For a crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures, and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.
Pagina 39 - Do ye hear the children weeping, O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years? They are leaning their young heads against their mothers, And that cannot stop their tears. The young lambs are bleating in the meadows: The young birds are chirping in the nest; The young fawns are playing with the shadows; The young flowers are blowing toward the west — But the young, young children, O my brothers, They are weeping bitterly ! 10 They are weeping in the playtime of the others, In the country of the...
Pagina 134 - That skins the vice o' the top. Go to your bosom ; Knock there ; and ask your heart what it doth know That's like my brother's fault ; if it confess A natural guiltiness such as is his, Let it not sound a thought upon your tongue Against my brother's life.
Pagina 255 - On the hardest adamant some foot-print of us ' is stamped in ; the last Rear of the host will read ' traces of the earliest Van. But whence? — O Heaven, ' whither ? Sense knows not ; Faith knows not ; only ' that it is through Mystery to Mystery, from God and ' to God. " We are such stuff ' As Dreams are made of, and our little Life ' la rounded with a sleep !
Pagina 299 - Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God ; But only he who sees takes off his shoes...
Pagina 255 - Essence is to be revealed in the Flesh. That warrior on his strong war-horse, fire flashes through his eyes; force dwells in his arm and heart: but warrior and war-horse are a vision; a revealed Force, nothing more. Stately they tread the Earth, as if it were a firm substance: fool! the Earth is but a film; it cracks in twain, and warrior and war-horse sink beyond plummet's sounding. Plummet's? Fantasy herself will not follow them. A little while ago, they were not; a little while, and they are not,...
Pagina 76 - ... in all the visible corporeal world we see no chasms, or no gaps. All quite down from us the descent is by easy steps, and a continued series of things, that in each remove differ very little one from the other.
Pagina 49 - Even such a happy child of earth am I ; Even as these blissful creatures do I fare ; Far from the world I walk, and from all care ; But there may come another day to me — Solitude, pain of heart, distress, and poverty.