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no wonder the sky was ominous as Hecate’s cauldron—and two sportsmen, crossing a red stubble buck-wheat field,
seemed guilty Macbeth and foreboding Banquo | Round about the cauldron go;
In the poisoned entrails throw.
Toad, that under cold stone
Days and nights has thirty-one
Sweltered venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i’ th’ charmèd pot. | 4 |
To scatter seeds of life on barbarous shores; | Some chaste and angel friend to virgin fame, | 0 |
How calm! how still! the only sound, | But thou, lorn stream, whose sullen tide | 2 |
Consider; for a smile is the chosen vehicle of all ambiguities, Pierre. | Again smile! —-and such a smile as speaks in ambiguity!” | 3 |
By virtue's holiest Powers attended. | Shall melt the musing Briton's eyes; | 2 |
It was one of his fond mother’s whims to perfume the lighter contents of his wardrobe;
and it was one of his own little femininenesses —-of the sort sometimes curiously observable
in very rebust-bodied and big-souled men, as Mohammed, for example
--to be very partial to all pleasant essences | Mahomet, according to accounts handed down by tradition fron his contemporaries, was of the middle stature,
square built and sinewy, with large hands and feet. In his youth he was uncommonly strong and vigorous;
in the latter part of his life he inclined to corpulency. His head was capacious, well shaped,
and well s... | 3 |
To scatter seeds of life on barbarous shores; | It left unblest her loathed dishonour'd side; | 0 |
"Enceladus! it is Enceladus!” —-Pierre cried out in his sleep.
That moment the phantom faced him; and Pierre saw Enceladus no more; but on the Titan’s armless trunk,
his own duplicate face and features magnifiedly gleamed upon him with prophetic discomfiture and woe. | I was, as everybody must be, I should think, very much struck by his magnificent countenance
--that prodigiously massive brow, those mighty eyes, that seem as if they were calmly looking down
the depths of ages, and that grand air of repose (which especially appeared to me to characterise his aspect)
have a sort of ... | 3 |
And pray that never child of song | The year's best sweets shall duteous rise, | 2 |
May know that Poet's sorrows more. | Whose cold turf hides the buried friend! | 2 |
I have travelled a good deal in Concord; and everywhere, in shops, and offices, and fields, the inhabitants
have appeared to me to be doing penance in a thousand remarkable ways. | The soul is no traveller; the wise man stays at home. | 3 |
For the pattern is new in every moment
And every moment is a new and shocking
Valuation of all we have been. | The existing monuments form an ideal order among themselves, which is modified by the introduction of the new (the really new) work of art among them. | 4 |
And pray that never child of song | Yon tented sky, this laughing earth, | 1 |
But his sublime intuitiveness also paints to him the sun-like glories of god-like truth and virtue;
which though ever obscured by the dense fogs of earth, still shall shine eventually in unclouded radiance,
casting illustrative light upon the sapphire throne of God. | And above the firmament that was over their heads was the likeness of a throne,
as the appearance of a sapphire stone: and upon the likeness of the throne
was the likeness as the appearance of a man above upon it. | 4 |
Learned and wise, hath perished utterly, | Now sublimest triumph swelling, | 0 |
And pray that never child of song | To deck its Poet's sylvan grave! | 2 |
Oh God, that man should spoil and rust on the stalk, and
be wilted and threshed ere the harvest hath come! | He, too, was struck, and day by day
Was wither’d on thestalk away. | 3 |
For 'him' suspend the dashing oar; | But near it sat ecstatic Wonder, | 1 |
Well, thought Captain Delano, if he has little breeding, the more need to show mine. He descended to the cabin
to bid a ceremonious, and, it may be, tacitly rebukeful adieu. But to his great satisfaction, Don Benito, as
if he began to feel the weight of that treatment with which his slighted guest had, not indecorous... | After I had ordered my boat to be hauled up and manned, and as I was going to the side of the vessel, in order
to get into her, Don Bonito came to me, gave my hand a hearty squeeze, and as I thought, seemed to feel the
weight of the cool treatment with which I had retaliated. I had committed a mistake in attributing ... | 5 |
May know that Poet's sorrows more. | The genial meads, assign'd to bless | 2 |
To lead in memorable triumph home | And thou, thou rich-hair'd youth of morn, | 0 |
By these Religious saved for all posterity. | And she, from out the veiling cloud, | 0 |
The wounded surgeon | The physician slain, and of his flesh and blood a receit made, that the patient might recover. | 4 |
By virtue's holiest Powers attended. | Yet once again, dear parted shade, | 2 |
Now let us, as we float along, | At solemn turney hung on high, | 1 |
The evening darkness gathers round | Meek Nature's Child, again adieu! | 2 |
Mystery! Mystery!
Mystery of Isabel!
Mystery! Mystery!
Isabel and Mystery! | Within that awful volume lies
The mystery of mysteries!
Happiest they of human race,
To whom God has granted grace | 3 |
Now let us, as we float along, | Or tears which Love and Pity shed, | 2 |
Of the unnumbered Polynesian chains to the westward, not one partakes of the qualities of the Encantadas or
Gallipagos, the isles of St. Felix and St. Ambrose, the isles Juan-Fernandez and Massafuero. Of the first,
it needs not here to speak. The second lie a little above the Southern Tropic; lofty, inhospitable, and... | The earliest date concerning them that has been met with in the present investigation,
is given to the two islands named, one of them after its Islands discoverer, Juan Fernandez, and the other,
being more distant from the continent, Mas-a-fuera (more without). According to
the dictionary of Alcedo, these isla... | 5 |
And pray that never child of song | To breezy lawn, or forest deep, | 2 |
Like split Syrian gourds left withering in the sun, they are cracked by an everlasting drought beneath
a torrid sky. “Have mercy upon me,” the wailing spirit of the Encantadas seems to cry, “and send Lazarus
that he may dip the tip of his finger in water and cool my tongue, for I am tormented in this flame.” | There was a certain rich man, which was clothed in purple and fine linen, and fared sumptuously every day:
And there was a certain beggar named Lazarus, which was laid at his gate, full of sores,
And desiring to be fed with the crumbs which fell from the rich man's table:
moreover the dogs came and licked his sores.
A... | 5 |
That, like the Red-cross Knight, they urge their way, | With many a vow from Hope's aspiring tongue, | 0 |
How calm! how still! the only sound, | It left unblest her loathed dishonour'd side; | 1 |
May know that Poet's sorrows more. | Young Fancy thus, to me divinest name, | 1 |
The dripping of the oar suspended! | But thou, lorn stream, whose sullen tide | 2 |
I now recalled all the quiet mysteries which I had noted in the man. I remembered that he never spoke
but to answer; that, though at intervals he had considerable time to himself, yet I had never seen him
reading —-no, not even a newspaper; that for long periods he would stand looking out,
at his pale window behind ... | And now I begin to feel—and perhaps should have sooner felt—that we have talked enough of the Old Manse.
Mine honored reader, it may be, will vilify the poor author as an egotist for babbling through so many pages
about a mossgrown country parsonage, and his life within its walls, and on the river, and in the woods, ... | 2 |
there is a time for building
And a time for living and for generation
And a time for the wind to break the loosened pane
And to shake the wainscot where the field-mouse trots
And to shake the tattered arras woven with a silent motto. | To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted; A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up; A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and... | 5 |
That would lament her;Memphis, Tyre, are gone | Might hope the magic girdle wear, | 0 |
Ere ascending, however, to gaze abroad upon the Encantadas, this sea-tower itself claims attention. It is
visible at the distance of thirty miles; and, fully participating in that enchantment which pervades the group,
when first seen afar invariably is mistaken for a sail. Four leagues away, of a golden, hazy noon, i... | Towards sunset, the man on the look-out
cried out, a sail to the northwest! All sail was made in chase,
but in a short time we discovered from the masthead, by
our glasses, that it was one of two rocks that he off the
north end of Porter’s Island, which we have: called. Baines
bridge’s Rocks. | 3 |
Still, the inspiration which had thus far directed him had not been entirely mute and undivulging
as to many very bitter things which Pierre foresaw in the wide sea of trouble into which he was plunged. | To be or not to be—-that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
And, by opposing, end them. | 4 |
How calm! how still! the only sound, | O! vales and wild woods, shall he say | 2 |
By these Religious saved for all posterity. | To few the godlike gift assigns, | 0 |
Look at the specimen, sir. One rod will answer for a house so small as this. Look over these recommendations.
Only one rod, sir; cost, only twenty dollars. Hark! There go all the granite Taconics and Hoosics dashed
together like pebbles. By the sound, that must have struck something. An elevation of five feet above t... | The plan adopted was that familiarly known as "dooming," a method of raising money for public purposes then
common in Pittsfield. In accordance with it, the committee assessed upon each man of property in the parish,
a sort of semi-voluntary tax, pro-portioned not exactly to what they supposed his resources to be; bu... | 4 |
Judge, then, how all-desolating and withering the blast, that for Pierre, in one night,
stripped his holiest shrine of all overlaid bloom, and buried the mild statue of the saint beneath the
prostrated ruins of the soul’s temple itself. | Aye,in the very temple of
Delight Veil’d Melancholy has her sovran shrine.
Though seen of none save him whose strenuous tongue
Can burst Joy’s grape against his palate fine | 3 |
Thy own tongue blister the roof of thy mouth! | Blister’d be thy tongue For such a wish! | 4 |
May know that Poet's sorrows more. | Who feed on heaven's ambrosial flowers. | 1 |
The whole earth is our hospital | For this world I count it not an inn but an hospital: a place not to live but to die in. | 5 |
Then both hands dropped on the sheet; and in the twinkling shadows of the evening little Pierre seemed to see,
that while the hand which he held wore a faint, feverish flush, the other empty one was ashy white as a leper’s. | But Elisha said to him, “Was not my spirit with you when the man got down from his chariot to meet you?
Is this the time to take money or to accept clothes—or olive groves and vineyards, or flocks and herds,
or male and female slaves?
Naaman’s leprosy will cling to you and to your descendants forever.”
Then Gehazi w... | 3 |
For 'him' suspend the dashing oar; | Shall scorn thy pale shrine glimmering near! | 2 |
below inveterate scars
Appeasing long forgotten wars. | Raze, lord, my sin's inveterate scars | 4 |
For the pattern is new in every moment
And every moment is a new and shocking
Valuation of all we have been. | You are not those who saw the harbour
Receding, or those who will disembark. | 3 |
With all their Arts,but classic lore glides on | Of all the sons of soul, was known; | 0 |
Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought | We who were living are now dying
With a little patience | 4 |
And it is often to be observed, that as in digging for precious metals in the mines,
much earthy rubbish has first to be troublesomely handled and thrown out;
so, in digging in one’s soul for the fine gold of genius, much dullness and common-place is first brought
to light. Happy would it be, if the man possessed in ... | More specially may it now be declared that Professor Teufelsdrockh's acquirements, patience of research,
philosophic and even poetic vigor, are here made indisputably manifest;
and unhappily no less his prolixity and tortuosity and manifold ineptitude;
that, on the whole, as in opening new mine-shafts is not unreaso... | 4 |
To their belovèd cells:or shall we say | Seraphic wires were heard to sound, | 0 |
For 'him' suspend the dashing oar; | Long, long thy stone and pointed clay | 2 |
The evening darkness gathers round | And, 'mid the varied landscape weep. | 2 |
That would lament her;Memphis, Tyre, are gone | Strange shades o'erbrow the valleys deep, | 0 |
all meditation is worthless, unless it prompt to action |
The end of man is an action, and not a thought, though it were the noblest! | 3 |
A man who has at length found something to do will not need to get a new suit to do it in; for him the old
will do, that has lain dusty in the garret for an indeterminate period. Old shoes will serve a hero longer
than they have served his valet,—if a hero ever has a valet, —-bare feet are older than shoes, and he ca... | We will also take the liberty to deny altogether that of the witty Frenchman, That no man is a Hero to his
valet-de-chambre. | 4 |
This to be my wife? I that but the other day weighed anhundred and fifty pounds of solid avoirdupois;
—-to wed this heavenly fleece? Methinks one husbandly embrace would breakher airy zone,
and she exhale upward to that heaven whenceshe hath hither come, condensed to mortal sight. | I am too coarse for ladies; my embraces, That only am acquainted with alarums, Would break their tender bodies. | 4 |
Love was first begot by Mirth and Peace, in Eden, when the
world was young. | keeps peace on earth, quietness by sea, mirth in the winds and elements . . . | 3 |
Talk of a divinity in man! | I am part or particle of God. | 5 |
The vacant interstellar spaces, the vacant into the vacant | Emptiness, absense, separating from God;
The horror of the effortless journey, to the empty land
Which is no land, only emptiness, absence, the Void. | 4 |
And pray that never child of song | Retiring, sat with her alone, | 1 |
Ere ascending, however, to gaze abroad upon the Encantadas, this sea-tower itself claims attention. It is
visible at the distance of thirty miles; and, fully participating in that enchantment which pervades the group,
when first seen afar invariably is mistaken for a sail. Four leagues away, of a golden, hazy noon, i... | At length the cry of sail ho! and shortly afterwards another, seemed to electrify
every man on board, and it seemed now as if all our hopes and expectations were to be realized. But in a
few minutes those illusory prospects vanished, and as sudden dejection, proceeding from disappomtment, took
place; for the suppose... | 4 |
The evening darkness gathers round | And holy Genii guard the rock, | 1 |
after all, what is so enthusiastically applauded as the march of mind,
--meaning the inroads of Truth into Error --which has
ever been regarded by hopeful persons as the one fundamental
thing most earnestly to be prayed for as the greatest possible
Catholic blessing to the world; —-almost every thinking man
must have ... | Here I must think Wordsworth is deeper than Milton, though I think it has depended more upon the general
and gregarious advance of intellect, than individual greatness of Mind. | 3 |
Through the dark cold and the empty desolation,
The wave cry, the wind cry, the vast waters
Of the petrel and the porpoise. | And he said, Come. And when
Peter was come down out of the
ship, he walked on the water, to go
to Jesus. | 4 |
The dripping of the oar suspended! | The genial meads, assign'd to bless | 2 |
He mourned that so delicious a feeling as fraternal love had been denied him. | And then I mourned that nature had given me no sister . . . | 4 |
The evening darkness gathers round | Long, long thy stone and pointed clay | 2 |
May know that Poet's sorrows more. | In yonder grave a Druid lies, | 2 |
For 'him' suspend the dashing oar; | As once,if, not with light regard, | 1 |
Guide me, gird me, guard me, this day, ye sovereign powers!
Bind me in bonds I can not break; remove all sinister allurings from me;
eternally this day deface in me the detested and distorted images of all the convenient lies
and duty-subterfuges of the diving and ducking moralities of this earth. | Lead us, Heavenly Father, lead us o'er the world's tempestuous sea;
Guard us, guide us, keep us, feed us . . . | 3 |
By virtue's holiest Powers attended. | All the shadowy tribes of mind, | 1 |
though the age of authors be passing, the hours of earnestness shall remain! | A silent great soul; he was one of those who cannot but be in earnest;
whom nature herself has appointed to be sincere. | 3 |
“Let me see. Was it not at Criggan last week, about midnight on Saturday, that the steeple, the big elm, and
the assembly-room cupola were struck? Any of your rods there?”
“Not on the tree and cupola, but the steeple.”
“Of what use is your rod, then?”
“Of life-and-death use. But my workman was heedless. In fitting the... | A pretty full prayer-meeting, supposed to number about three hundred, were in attendance at the lecture-room,
when the light- ning struck and descended the rod to the eaves. The rod had be- come detached from the building,
and swung loose. There the lightning parted. One portion descended the rod to the earth, and th... | 4 |
The dripping of the oar suspended! | From many a cloud that dropp'd ethereal dew, | 1 |
May know that Poet's sorrows more. | O! vales and wild woods, shall he say | 2 |
And here again, not unreasonably, might invocations go up
to those Three Weird Ones, that tend Life’s loom. | The Weïrd Sisters, hand in hand,
Posters of the sea and land,
Thus do go about, about,
Thrice to thine and thrice to mine | 4 |
And pray that never child of song | While on its rich ambitious head, | 1 |
But how do the poor minority fare? Perhaps it will be found, that just in proportion as some have been placed
in outward circumstances above the savage, others have been degraded below him. The luxury of one class is
counterbalanced by the indigence of another. On the one side is the palace, on the other are the alms... | Another class of donations has been made to the town for the relief of the silent poor, --those individuals
who are needy, but do not wish to throw themselves on the town for support. | 5 |
The evening darkness gathers round | In vain--Such bliss to one alone, | 1 |
With all their Arts,but classic lore glides on | In braided dance, their murmurs join'd, | 0 |
What a man thinks of himself, that it is which determines, or rather indicates, his fate. Self-emancipation
even in the West Indian provinces of the fancy and imagination, -— what Wilberforce is there to bring that
about? | The Imagination then I consider either as primary, or secondary. The primary Imagination I hold to be the
living Power and prime Agent of all human Perception, and as a repetition in the finite mind of the eternal
act of creation in the infinite I Am. The secondary I consider as an echo of the former, co-existing wit... | 3 |
The evening darkness gathers round | In yonder grave your Druid lies! | 2 |
Whence they, like richly-laden merchants, come | An Eden, like his own, lies spread: | 0 |
In short, this chronometrical and horological conceit, in sum, seems to teach this:
—-That in things terrestrial (horological) a man must not be governed by ideas celestial (chronometrical) | It is not to be denied that before thedaies of Jerom there were Horologies, and several accounts of time | 3 |
So that there was nothing he more spurned, than his own aspirations;
nothing he more abhorred than the loftiest part of himself. | You hate me, but your abhorrence cannot equal that with which I regard myself. | 3 |
Time passed; and the following May, after a gentle shower upon the mountains—a little shower islanded in
misty seas of sunshine; such a distant shower—and sometimes two, and three, and four of them, all visible
together in different parts—as I love to watch from the piazza, instead of thunder storms, as I used to,
w... | And Moses brought forth the people out of the camp to meet with God; and they stood at the nether part of
the mount. 18And mount Sinai was altogether on a smoke, because the LORD descended upon it in fire: and
the smoke thereof ascended as the smoke of a furnace, and the whole mount quaked greatly. And when the voice... | 4 |
May know that Poet's sorrows more. | An Eden, like his own, lies spread: | 1 |
It is burnt, but not consumed; it is gone, but not lost. Through stove, pipe, and flue,
it hath mounted in flame, and gone as a scroll to heaven! | And the heaven departed as a scroll when it is rolled together;
and every mountain and island were moved out of their places. | 3 |
For 'him' suspend the dashing oar; | Seraphic wires were heard to sound, | 1 |
The evening darkness gathers round | The dangerous passions kept aloof, | 1 |
Such wonderful strength in such wonderful sweetness; such
inflexibility in one so fragile, would have been matter for marvel
to any observer. | Beatrice Cenci appears to have been one of those rare persons in whom
energy and gentleness dwell together without destroying one another | 3 |
By virtue's holiest Powers attended. | But near it sat ecstatic Wonder, | 1 |
Now let us, as we float along, | By which, as Milton lay, his evening ear, | 1 |
The dripping of the oar suspended! | And see the fairy valleys fade; | 2 |
How calm! how still! the only sound, | Where is the bard whose soul can now | 1 |
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