The Analyst: A Quarterly Journal of Science, Literature, Natural History, and the Fine Arts, Том 4Edward Mammatt Simpkin and Marshall, 1836 |
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... close of the eleventh cen- tury . The waste land called Meriston , is a high hill , lying be- tween the town of Wigmore and the Welsh , on the summit of which stands this noble piece of masonry . This was the keep . A little below it ...
... close of the eleventh cen- tury . The waste land called Meriston , is a high hill , lying be- tween the town of Wigmore and the Welsh , on the summit of which stands this noble piece of masonry . This was the keep . A little below it ...
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... close of May , it is heard gradually less and less frequent , till it ceases altogether ; and , in general , it is continued for a longer period by night than by day . They sing much more frequently at midnight , than in the evening ...
... close of May , it is heard gradually less and less frequent , till it ceases altogether ; and , in general , it is continued for a longer period by night than by day . They sing much more frequently at midnight , than in the evening ...
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... close of summer ; and the young ( as in all other dentiros- tral birds ) * sheds all its first feathers , with the exception of the wing and tail primaries , very soon after leaving the nest , assuming the garb and appearance of the ...
... close of summer ; and the young ( as in all other dentiros- tral birds ) * sheds all its first feathers , with the exception of the wing and tail primaries , very soon after leaving the nest , assuming the garb and appearance of the ...
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... close his eyes - but still the fearful being makes its presence known , for its icy breath is felt diffusing itself over his visage , and he knows that he is face to face with a fiend ; if he look up , he beholds horrid eyes glaring on ...
... close his eyes - but still the fearful being makes its presence known , for its icy breath is felt diffusing itself over his visage , and he knows that he is face to face with a fiend ; if he look up , he beholds horrid eyes glaring on ...
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... close of each sad sorrowing day , Fancy restored what vengeance snatch'd away . " Of this character , varied indeed in the melancholy and terrific imagery which attended them , were the dreams of Dido for the loss of Eneas , so ...
... close of each sad sorrowing day , Fancy restored what vengeance snatch'd away . " Of this character , varied indeed in the melancholy and terrific imagery which attended them , were the dreams of Dido for the loss of Eneas , so ...
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Сторінка 229 - ... Sleep no more ! Macbeth doth murder sleep, the innocent sleep; Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave ' of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast ; — Lady M. What do you mean ? Macb. Still it cried, Sleep no more ! to all the house : Glamis hath murdered sleep; and therefore Cawdor Shall sleep no more ; Macbeth shall sleep no more .
Сторінка 229 - Canst thou not minister to a mind diseased ; Pluck from the memory a rooted sorrow ; Raze out the written troubles of the brain ; And, with some sweet, oblivious antidote, Cleanse the stuffed bosom of that perilous stuff, Which weighs upon the heart ? Doct.
Сторінка 48 - Sleep hath its own world, And a wide realm of wild reality, • And dreams in their developement have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being...
Сторінка 48 - And dreams in their development have breath, And tears, and tortures, and the touch of joy; They leave a weight upon our waking thoughts, They take a weight from off our waking toils, They do divide our being; they become A portion of ourselves as of our time, And look like heralds of eternity: They pass like spirits of the past...
Сторінка 228 - Methought I heard a voice cry, Sleep no more ! Macbeth does murder sleep, the innocent sleep ; Sleep, that knits up the ravell'd sleave of care, The death of each day's life, sore labour's bath, Balm of hurt minds, great nature's second course, Chief nourisher in life's feast ;— Lady M.
Сторінка 53 - All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea. Some lay in dead men's skulls; and, in those holes Where eyes did once inhabit, there were crept (As 'twere in scorn of eyes,) reflecting gems, That woo'd the slimy bottom of the deep, And mock'd the dead bones that lay scatter'd by.
Сторінка 61 - The mere antiquity of Asiatic things, of their institutions, histories, modes of faith, etc., is so impressive, that to me the vast age of the race and name overpowers the sense of youth in the individual.
Сторінка 62 - Under the connecting feeling of tropical heat and vertical sunlights, I brought together all creatures, birds, beasts, reptiles, all trees and plants, usages and appearances, that are found in all tropical regions, and assembled them together in China or Indostan.
Сторінка 52 - A thousand men, that fishes gnaw'd upon; Wedges of gold, great anchors, heaps of pearl, Inestimable stones, unvalued jewels, All scatter'd in the bottom of the sea.
Сторінка 133 - Whatever withdraws us from the power of our senses, whatever makes the past, the distant, or the future predominate over the present, advances us in the dignity of thinking beings.