EssaysEdward Moxon, 1841 - 79 стор. |
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... DEATHS OF , LITTLE CHILDREN XXXIII . POETICAL ANOMALIES OF SHAPE XXXIV . SPRING AND DAISIES • XXXV . MAY - DAY XXXVI . SHAKSPEARE'S BIRTH - DAY XXXVII . LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCY XXXVIII . OF STICKS XXXIX . OF THE SIGHT OF SHOPS XL . A ...
... DEATHS OF , LITTLE CHILDREN XXXIII . POETICAL ANOMALIES OF SHAPE XXXIV . SPRING AND DAISIES • XXXV . MAY - DAY XXXVI . SHAKSPEARE'S BIRTH - DAY XXXVII . LA BELLE DAME SANS MERCY XXXVIII . OF STICKS XXXIX . OF THE SIGHT OF SHOPS XL . A ...
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... death . The day came ; and Coventry , it may be imagined , was silent as death . The lady went out at the palace door , was set on horseback , and at the same time divested of her wrapping garment , as if she had been going into a bath ...
... death . The day came ; and Coventry , it may be imagined , was silent as death . The lady went out at the palace door , was set on horseback , and at the same time divested of her wrapping garment , as if she had been going into a bath ...
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... death in the reign of Edward the Fourth , for wishing the horns of a favourite wh which the king had killed , in the body the person who advised him to do it . And here too ( a sucing con- trast ) lies Isabella , wife of Edward the ...
... death in the reign of Edward the Fourth , for wishing the horns of a favourite wh which the king had killed , in the body the person who advised him to do it . And here too ( a sucing con- trast ) lies Isabella , wife of Edward the ...
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... puzzles us . Old Isaac Walton , their patriarch , speak- ing of his inquisitorial abstractions on the banks of a river , says , Here we may Think and pray , Before death Stops our breath . Other joys Are but ANGLING . 13 ANGLING •
... puzzles us . Old Isaac Walton , their patriarch , speak- ing of his inquisitorial abstractions on the banks of a river , says , Here we may Think and pray , Before death Stops our breath . Other joys Are but ANGLING . 13 ANGLING •
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... Death is common to all ; and a trout , speedily killed by a man , may suffer no worse fate than from the jaws of a pike . It is the mode , the lingering cat - like cruelty of the angler's sport , that renders it unworthy . If fish were ...
... Death is common to all ; and a trout , speedily killed by a man , may suffer no worse fate than from the jaws of a pike . It is the mode , the lingering cat - like cruelty of the angler's sport , that renders it unworthy . If fish were ...
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Сторінка 11 - I behold like a Spanish great galleon and an English man-of-war. Master Coleridge, like the former, was built far higher in learning, solid, but slow in his performances. CVL, with the English man-of-war, lesser in bulk, but lighter in sailing, could turn with all tides, tack about, and take advantage of all winds, by the quickness of his wit and invention.
Сторінка 25 - For do but note a wild and wanton herd, Or race of youthful and unhandled colts, Fetching mad bounds, bellowing and neighing loud, Which is the hot condition of their blood; If they but hear perchance a trumpet sound, Or any air of music touch their ears, You shall perceive them make a mutual stand, Their savage eyes turn'd to a modest gaze By the sweet power of music...
Сторінка 13 - Which was, to lead him, in close secrecy, Even to Madeline's chamber, and there hide Him in a closet, of such privacy...
Сторінка 62 - Sirens' harmony, That sit upon the nine infolded spheres, And sing to those that hold the vital shears, And turn the adamantine spindle round On which the fate of gods and men is wound.
Сторінка 22 - Of depth immeasurable: anon they move In perfect phalanx to the Dorian mood Of flutes and soft recorders...
Сторінка 12 - Ah, happy chance! the aged creature came, Shuffling along with ivory-headed wand, To where he stood, hid from the torch's flame, Behind a broad hall-pillar, far beyond The sound of merriment and chorus bland...
Сторінка 14 - Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled.
Сторінка 19 - And not a voice was idle; with the din Smitten, the precipices rang aloud; The leafless trees and every icy crag Tinkled like iron; while far distant hills Into the tumult sent an alien sound Of melancholy not unnoticed, while the stars Eastward were sparkling clear, and in the west The orange sky of evening died away.
Сторінка 15 - And now, my Love ! my seraph fair, awake ! Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite. Open thine eyes, for meek St. Agnes' sake ! Or I shall drowse beside thee, so my soul doth ache.
Сторінка 10 - Eve — Ah, bitter chill it was! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold; The hare limp'd trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold: Numb were the Beadsman's fingers, while he told His rosary, and while his frosted breath, Like pious incense from a censer old, Seem'd taking flight for heaven, without a death, Past the sweet Virgin's picture, while his prayer he saith.