EssaysEdward Moxon, 1841 - 79 стор. |
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... NEVER did gossips , when assembled to deter- mine the name of a new - born child , whose family was full of conflicting interests , experi- ence a difficulty half so great , as that which an author undergoes in settling the title for a ...
... NEVER did gossips , when assembled to deter- mine the name of a new - born child , whose family was full of conflicting interests , experi- ence a difficulty half so great , as that which an author undergoes in settling the title for a ...
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... never thought perhaps on that side of the question , or been accustomed from childhood to blink it . But once thinking , their amiableness and their practice become incompatible ; and if they should wish , on that account , never to ...
... never thought perhaps on that side of the question , or been accustomed from childhood to blink it . But once thinking , their amiableness and their practice become incompatible ; and if they should wish , on that account , never to ...
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... never did . Exercise , conversation , cheerful society , amusements of all sorts , or a kind , patient , and gradual helping of the bodily health , till the mind be capable of amusement ( for it should never foolishly be told " not to ...
... never did . Exercise , conversation , cheerful society , amusements of all sorts , or a kind , patient , and gradual helping of the bodily health , till the mind be capable of amusement ( for it should never foolishly be told " not to ...
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... never rises on the green hill , lest the winds meet it there . A terrible Omen . - A mist rose slowly from the lake . It came , in the figure of an aged man , along the silent plain . Its large limbs did not move in steps ; for a ghost ...
... never rises on the green hill , lest the winds meet it there . A terrible Omen . - A mist rose slowly from the lake . It came , in the figure of an aged man , along the silent plain . Its large limbs did not move in steps ; for a ghost ...
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... never saw her more . And to prove to the world and to himself , that his severity was a matter of principle , and not a mere indulgence of his own passions , he never * An order of knighthood , of which Don John was Master . afterwards ...
... never saw her more . And to prove to the world and to himself , that his severity was a matter of principle , and not a mere indulgence of his own passions , he never * An order of knighthood , of which Don John was Master . afterwards ...
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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.