Edward Gibbon. Bishop Butler. Sterne and Thackeray. The Waverley novels. Charles Dickens. Thomas Babington Maculay. Béranger. Mr. Clough's poems. Henry Crabb Robinson. Wordsworth, Tennyson, and Browning. The ignorance of man. On the emotion of conviction. The metaphysical basis of toleration. The public worship regulation bill

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Longmans, Green and Company, 1891
 

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˹ 45 - Hence in a season of calm weather, Though inland far we be, Our Souls have sight of that immortal sea Which brought us hither, Can in a moment travel thither, And see the Children sport upon the shore, And hear the mighty waters rolling evermore...
˹ 387 - Like a candle flame where salt is sprinkled; And ere three shrill notes the pipe uttered, You heard as if an army muttered ; And the muttering grew to a grumbling; And the grumbling grew to a mighty rumbling ; And out of the houses the rats came tumbling. Great rats, small rats, lean rats, brawny rats, Brown rats, black rats, grey rats, tawny rats, Grave old plodders, gay young friskers, Fathers, mothers, uncles, cousins, Cocking tails and pricking whiskers; Families by tens and dozens, Brothers,...
˹ 384 - But for those first affections, Those shadowy recollections, Which, be they what they may, Are yet the fountain-light of all our day, Are yet a master-light of all our seeing...
˹ 331 - Grace was in all her steps. Heaven in her eye, In every gesture dignity and love.
˹ 356 - COMPOSED UPON WESTMINSTER BRIDGE EARTH has not anything to show more fair: Dull would he be of soul who could pass by A sight so touching in its majesty: This City now doth, like a garment, wear The beauty of the morning; silent, bare, Ships, towers, domes, theatres and temples lie Open unto the fields, and to the sky; All bright and glittering in the smokeless air. Never did sun more beautifully steep In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill; Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep! The river...
˹ 155 - Midst furs and silks and jewels sheen He stood, in simple Lincoln green, The centre of the glittering ring, And Snowdoun's Knight is Scotland's King!
˹ 385 - And licked the soup from the cooks' own ladles, Split open the kegs of salted sprats, Made nests inside men's Sunday hats, And even spoiled the women's chats By drowning their speaking With shrieking and squeaking In fifty different sharps and flats. At last the people in a body To the Town Hall came flocking: "'Tis clear...
˹ 267 - Ah no, the bliss youth dreams is one For daylight, for the cheerful sun, For feeling nerves and living breath Youth dreams a bliss on this side death. It dreams a rest, if not more deep, More grateful than this marble sleep ; It hears a voice within it tell : Calm's not life's crown, though calm is well. 'Tis all perhaps which man acquires, But 'tis not what our youth desires.

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