Graham's American Monthly Magazine of Literature, Art, and Fashion, المجلد 34
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الصفحة 36 - Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind ; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be, In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering, In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.
الصفحة 235 - Dearly beloved, avenge not yourselves, but rather give place unto wrath : for it is written, Vengeance is mine ; I will repay, saith the Lord. Therefore, if thine enemy hunger, feed him ; if he thirst, give him drink : for in so doing thou shalt heap coals of fire on his head. Be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good.
الصفحة 135 - ... injured brood. The barking of the dog, the mewing of the cat, the creaking of a passing wheelbarrow, follow with great truth and rapidity.
الصفحة 98 - And all this assembly shall know that the LORD saveth not with sword and spear: for the battle is the LORD'S, and he will give you into our hands.
الصفحة 142 - To this point was Wordsworth come, as far as I can conceive, when he wrote " Tintern Abbey," and it seems to me that his genius is explorative of those dark Passages. Now if we live, and go on thinking, we too shall explore them. He is a genius and superior to us, in so far as he can, more than we, make discoveries and shed a light in them.
الصفحة 142 - I shall call the Chamber of Maiden-Thought, than we become intoxicated with the light and the atmosphere, we see nothing but pleasant wonders, and think of delaying there for ever in delight: However among the effects this breathing is father of is that tremendous one of sharpening one's vision into the heart and nature of Man - of convincing one's nerves that the World is full of Misery and Heartbreak, Pain, Sickness and oppression...
الصفحة 322 - That poets (using the word comprehensively, as including artists in general) are a genus irritabile, is well understood ; but the why, seems not to be commonly seen. An artist is an artist only by dint of his exquisite sense of Beauty — a sense affording him rapturous enjoyment, but at the same time implying, or involving, an equally exquisite sense of Deformity of disproportion. Thus a wrong — an injustice — done a poet who is really a poet, excites him to a degree which, to ordinary apprehension,...
الصفحة 36 - Seeking a higher object. Love was given, Encouraged, sanctioned, chiefly for that end; For this the passion to excess was driven — That self might be annulled: her bondage prove The fetters of a dream opposed to love.
الصفحة 142 - Thought becomes gradually darken'd and at the same time on all sides of it many doors are set open — but all dark - all leading to dark passages— We see not the balance of good and evil. We are in a Mist. We are now in that state We feel the 'burden of the Mystery...
الصفحة 141 - Bright with the luster of integrity, In unappealing wretchedness, on high, And the last rage of Destiny defy ; Resolved alone to live, — alone to die, Nor swell the tide of human misery ! And yet I dream, — Dream of a sleep where dreams no more shall come, My last, my first, my only welcome home ! Rest, unbeheld since Life's beginning stage, Sole remnant of my glorious heritage, Unalienable, I shall find thee yet, And in thy soft embrace the past forget ! Thus do I dream.