The Westminster Review, Volume 12Baldwin, Cradock, and Joy, 1829 - English literature |
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... better than it can mould a body . It can animate the human frame with fire from heaven , like Prometheus ; but if , with Frankenstein , it pretends to create , it only produces a monster . It must identify itself with nature ; and then ...
... better than it can mould a body . It can animate the human frame with fire from heaven , like Prometheus ; but if , with Frankenstein , it pretends to create , it only produces a monster . It must identify itself with nature ; and then ...
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... better worlds , which it is sad to think must be alloyed and dashed by the thought of what storms of strife are stirring in the earth , and perchance even now " in his native isle ; " for the alarm of an invasion was then abroad in the ...
... better worlds , which it is sad to think must be alloyed and dashed by the thought of what storms of strife are stirring in the earth , and perchance even now " in his native isle ; " for the alarm of an invasion was then abroad in the ...
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... better prospect for the Premier's soul , according to the common version of the religion whose prelates chose him as their altar's champion : this we do believe , and of this we hold the poem itself , even without the corroboration ...
... better prospect for the Premier's soul , according to the common version of the religion whose prelates chose him as their altar's champion : this we do believe , and of this we hold the poem itself , even without the corroboration ...
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... better commentary on that passage in the Bible which enjoins us to " worship the Father in spirit and in truth ? " The principle of our author's morality , the pursuit of hap- piness by its diffusion , the expansion of the idea of self ...
... better commentary on that passage in the Bible which enjoins us to " worship the Father in spirit and in truth ? " The principle of our author's morality , the pursuit of hap- piness by its diffusion , the expansion of the idea of self ...
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... better to have them by themselves . Give us the Sibyl- line leaves . They may be only fragments , but they are frag- ments of An Orphic song indeed , A song divine of high and passionate thoughts , To their own music chaunted ! ' Mr ...
... better to have them by themselves . Give us the Sibyl- line leaves . They may be only fragments , but they are frag- ments of An Orphic song indeed , A song divine of high and passionate thoughts , To their own music chaunted ! ' Mr ...
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Page 21 - Five miles meandering with a mazy motion Through wood and dale the sacred river ran, Then reached the caverns measureless to man, And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean: And 'mid this tumult Kubla heard from far Ancestral voices prophesying war!
Page 282 - But wild beasts of the desert shall lie there; and their houses shall be full of doleful creatures; and owls shall dwell there, and satyrs shall dance there.
Page 12 - ALL thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower. The moonshine, stealing o'er the scene, Had blended with the lights of eve; And she was there, my hope, my joy, My own dear Genevieve!
Page 15 - twas, that God himself Scarce seemed there to be. O sweeter than the marriage-feast, 'Tis sweeter far to me, To walk together to the kirk With a goodly company!— To walk together to the kirk, And all together pray, While each to his great Father bends, Old men, and babes, and loving friends, And youths and maidens gay!
Page 24 - The harmless Albatross. The spirit who bideth by himself In the land of mist and snow, He loved the bird that loved the man Who shot him with his bow.
Page 16 - Such a soft floating witchery of sound As twilight Elfins make, when they at eve Voyage on gentle gales from Fairy-Land, Where Melodies round honey-dropping flowers, Footless and wild, like birds of Paradise, Nor pause, nor perch, hovering on untamed wing ! O the one life within us and abroad, Which meets all motion and becomes its soul...
Page 24 - Her lips were red, her looks were free, Her locks were yellow as gold: Her skin was as white as leprosy, The Nightmare Life-in-Death was she, Who thicks man's blood with cold. The naked hulk alongside came, And the twain were casting dice; "The game is done! I've won! I've won!
Page 15 - Mid countless brethren with a lonely heart Through courts and cities the smooth savage roams Feeling himself, his own low self the whole ; When he by sacred sympathy might make The whole one self! self, that no alien knows! Self, far diffused as Fancy's wing can travel ! Self, spreading still ! Oblivious of its own, Yet all of all possessing...
Page 26 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Page 15 - ERE on my bed my limbs I lay, It hath not been my use to pray With moving lips or bended knees ; But silently, by slow degrees, My spirit I to Love compose, In humble trust mine eyelids close, With reverential resignation, No wish conceived, no thought exprest, Only a sense of supplication ; A sense o'er all my soul imprest That I am weak, yet not unblest, Since in me, round me, everywhere Eternal strength and wisdom are.