Praeterita: Outlines of Scenes and Thoughts Perhaps Worthy of Memory in My Past Life, Volum 1J. Wiley & sons, 1888 |
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Pàgina 64 - I remained unobtrusive, and replied to a question without shyness: but the shyness came later, and increased as I grew conscious of the rudeness arising from the want of social discipline, and found it impossible to acquire, in advanced life, dexterity in any bodily exercise, skill in any pleasing accomplishment, or ease and tact in ordinary behaviour. Lastly, and chief of evils. My judgment of right and wrong, and powers of independent action,* were left entirely undeveloped; because the bridle...
Pàgina 197 - Thus, in perfect health of life and fire of heart, not wanting to be anything but the boy I was, not wanting to have anything more than I had; knowing of sorrow only just so much as to make life serious to me, not enough to slacken in the least its sinews; and with so much of science mixed with feeling as to make the sight of the Alps not only the revelation of the beauty of the earth, but the opening of the first page of its volume, — I went down that evening from the garden-terrace of Schaffhausen...
Pàgina 409 - gan peep A narrow inlet, still and deep, Affording scarce such breadth of brim As served the wild duck's brood to swim. Lost for a space, through thickets veering, But broader when again appearing...
Pàgina 338 - His ideal of my future, — now entirely formed in conviction of my genius, — was that I should enter at college into the best society, take all the prizes every year, and a double first to finish with ; marry Lady Clara Vere de Vere; write poetry as good as Byron's, only pious ; preach sermons as good as Bossuet's, only Protestant ; be made, at forty, Bishop of Winchester, and at fifty, Primate of England.
Pàgina 44 - The differences of primal importance which I observed between the nature of this garden, and that of Eden, as I had imagined it, were, that, in this one, all the fruit was forbidden ; and there were no companionable beasts...
Pàgina 55 - It is strange that of all the pieces of the Bible which my mother thus taught me, that which cost me most to learn, and which was, to my child's mind, chiefly repulsive — the 119th Psalm— has now become of all the most precious to me, in its overflowing and glorious passion of love for the Law of God, in opposition to the abuse of it by modern preachers of what they imagine to be His gospel.1 47.
Pàgina 403 - But so stubborn and chemically inalterable the laws of the prescription were, that now, looking back from 1886 to that brook shore of 1837, whence I could see the whole of my youth, I find myself in nothing whatsoever changed. Some of me is dead, more of me stronger. I have learned a few things, forgotten many ; in the total of me, I am but the same youth, disappointed and rheumatic.
Pàgina 262 - With regard to poetry in general, I am convinced, the more I think of it, that he and all of us — Scott, Southey, Wordsworth, Moore, Campbell, I, — are all in the wrong, one as much as another; that we are upon a wrong revolutionary poetical system, or systems...
Pàgina 232 - Andrews' was the Londonian chapel in its perfect type, definable as accurately as a Roman basilica, — an oblong, flat-ceiled barn, lighted by windows with semicircular heads, brickarched, filled by small-paned glass held by iron bars, like fine threaded halves of cobwebs; galleries propped on iron pipes, up both sides; pews, well shut in, each of them, by partitions of plain deal, and neatly brass-latched deal doors, filling the barn floor, all but its two lateral straw-matted passages; pulpit,...