Remains in Verse and Prose of Arthur Henry Hallam: With a Preface and Memoir

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Ticknor and Fields, 1863 - 306 pages
 

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Page 351 - Ho io appreso quel che, s' io ridico, A molti fia savor di forte agrume; E s' io al vero son timido amico, Temo di perder vita tra coloro Che questo tempo chiameranno antico. La luce in che rideva il mio tesoro Ch' io trovai lì , si fe' prima corrusca, Quale a raggio di sole specchio d' oro ; Indi rispose : coscienza fusca O della propria o dell...
Page 91 - And Persia, and the wild Carmanian waste, And o'er the aerial mountains which pour down Indus and Oxus from their icy caves...
Page 150 - The garden trees are busy with the shower That fell ere sunset : now methinks they talk, Lowly and sweetly as befits the hour, One to another down the grassy walk. Hark the laburnum from his opening flower, This...
Page 408 - Here was solved at once the great problem which so long had distressed the teachers of mankind, how to make virtue the object of passion, and to secure at once the warmest enthusiasm in the heart with the clearest perception of right and wrong in the understanding. The character of the blessed Founder of our faith became an abstract of morality to determine the judgment, while at the same time it remained personal, and liable to love. The written word and established church prevented a degeneration...
Page 147 - Lady, I bid thee to a sunny dome, Ringing with echoes of Italian song ; Henceforth to thee these magic halls belong, And all the pleasant place is like a home: Hark ! on the right, with full piano tone, Old Dante's voice encircles all the air: Hark yet again ! like flute tones mingling rare Comes the keen sweetness of Petrarca's moan.
Page 86 - Be Yarrow stream unseen, unknown, It must, or we shall rue it, We have a vision of our own, Ah ! why should we undo it...
Page 109 - I coveted that Abbey's doom ; For if I thought the early flowers Of our affection may not bloom, Like those green hills, through countless hours, Grant me at least a tardy waning, Some pleasure still in age's paining ; Though lines and forms must fade away, Still may old Beauty share the empire of Decay ! IV.
Page 47 - Memoriam" is sacred. This place was selected by his father, not only from the connection of kindred, being the burial-place of his maternal grandfather, Sir Abraham Elton, but likewise " on account of its still and sequestered situation, on a lone hill that overhangs the Bristol Channel.
Page 408 - The brethren were members of His mystical body. All the other bonds that had fastened down the spirit of the universe to our narrow round of earth, were as nothing in comparison to this golden chain of suffering and self-sacrifice which at once riveted the heart of man to One who, like himself, was acquainted with grief. Pain is the deepest thing we have in our nature, and union through pain has always seemed more real and more holy than any other.
Page 441 - Secondly, his power of embodying himself in ideal characters, or rather moods of character, with such extreme accuracy of adjustment, that the circumstances of the narration seem to have a natural correspondence with the predominant feeling, and, as it were, to be evolved from it by assimilative force. Thirdly, his vivid, picturesque delineation of objects, and the peculiar skill with which he holds all of them fused, to borrow a metaphor from science, in a medium of strong emotion. Fourthly, the...

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