Pages from a journal with other papers, by Mark Rutherford. (Uniform ed. of Mark Rutherford's works).

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Page 104 - In the one the incidents and agents were to be, in part at least, supernatural; and the excellence aimed at was to consist in the interesting of the affections by the dramatic truth of such emotions as would naturally accompany such situations, supposing them real.
Page 198 - LORD, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty : Neither do I exercise myself in great matters, or in things too high for me. Surely I have behaved and quieted myself, as a child that is weaned of his mother: my soul is even as a weaned child.
Page 196 - In the cave that is in the field of Machpelah, which is before Mamre, in the land of Canaan, which Abraham bought with the field of Ephron the Hittite for a possession of a buryingplace.
Page 108 - The rock shone bright, the kirk no less That stands above the rock : The moonlight steeped in silentness The steady weathercock. And the bay was white with silent light Till, rising from the same, Full many shapes, that shadows were, In crimson colours came.
Page 120 - Things vulgar, and well weigh'd, scarce worth the praise ? They praise and they admire they know not what, And know not whom, but as one leads the other : And what delight to be by such extoll'd, To live upon their...
Page 104 - During the first year that Mr. Wordsworth and I were neighbours, our conversations turned frequently on the two cardinal points of poetry, the power of exciting the sympathy of the reader by a faithful adherence to the truth of nature, and the power of giving the interest of novelty by the modifying colors of imagination.
Page 102 - No cloud, no relique of the sunken day Distinguishes the West, no long thin slip Of sullen light, no obscure trembling hues. Come, we will rest on this old mossy bridge ! You see the glimmer of the stream beneath, But hear no murmuring : it flows silently, O'er its soft bed of verdure. All is still, A balmy night ! and though the stars be dim, Yet let us think upon the vernal showers That gladden the green earth, and we shall find A pleasure in the dimness of the stars. And hark ! the Nightingale...
Page 84 - tis understood The mere commingling of passionate breath, Produce more than our searching witnesseth: What I know not: but who, of men, can tell That flowers would bloom, or that green fruit would swell To melting pulp, that fish would have bright mail, The earth its dower of river, wood, and vale, The meadows runnels, runnels pebble-stones, The seed its harvest, or the lute its tones, Tones ravishment, or ravishment its sweet? If human souls did never kiss and greet?
Page 124 - Who with her radiant finger still'd the roar Of thunder, chas'd the clouds, and laid the winds, And grisly spectres, which the fiend had raised To tempt the Son of God with terrors dire.
Page 125 - Now show thy progeny ; if not to stand, Cast thyself down ; safely, if Son of God : For it is written, He will give command Concerning thee to his angels ; in their hands They shall uplift thee, lest at any time Thou chance to dash thy foot against a stone.

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