The republic of letters, [ed.] by A. Whitelaw, Том 3Alexander Whitelaw 1833 |
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... slaves to ward off evils that are imagi- nary and sweat through a life of toil , to become at last dependent on others , for what they can do just as well themselves . What is the use of plaguing myself with these eternal labours ; 21 ...
... slaves to ward off evils that are imagi- nary and sweat through a life of toil , to become at last dependent on others , for what they can do just as well themselves . What is the use of plaguing myself with these eternal labours ; 21 ...
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... slaves , Whom we have fought and beat day after day , ' Till we were faint with conquest- Julian . Forget this . ' Tis true , indeed , we take less time for breathing , Now that we march for Rome , than when we came Intent to see the ...
... slaves , Whom we have fought and beat day after day , ' Till we were faint with conquest- Julian . Forget this . ' Tis true , indeed , we take less time for breathing , Now that we march for Rome , than when we came Intent to see the ...
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... ? And haunted Styx , where disembodied shapes Wander ; and Tartarus , that profounder gloom , Filled up with wretches who were their own slaves , - And Fate , and dark Alecto and her train , JULIAN THE APOSTATE . 165.
... ? And haunted Styx , where disembodied shapes Wander ; and Tartarus , that profounder gloom , Filled up with wretches who were their own slaves , - And Fate , and dark Alecto and her train , JULIAN THE APOSTATE . 165.
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... slaves of Abnakis . " Her manner the next day was cold , suspicious , and constrained towards her husband . She said no more to him of her plans , but sought advice from the priest . The heart broken old man was roused into sudden ...
... slaves of Abnakis . " Her manner the next day was cold , suspicious , and constrained towards her husband . She said no more to him of her plans , but sought advice from the priest . The heart broken old man was roused into sudden ...
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... slaves were as different as possible . Mr Jefferies considered the negroes as an inferior species , incapable of gratitude , disposed to treachery , and to be roused from their natural indolence only by force : he treated his slaves ...
... slaves were as different as possible . Mr Jefferies considered the negroes as an inferior species , incapable of gratitude , disposed to treachery , and to be roused from their natural indolence only by force : he treated his slaves ...
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Abeona Abnakis Ahasuerus Anatolius arms beautiful blessed boat BOTHWELL CASTLE breath Cæsar calomel child clane Colonel Hill cried dark death deep delight door dream earth Edwards eyes Eyloff face father Father Flanagan fear feel fell felt filly fire George Somers Glasgow Glencoe Greenock hand happy head heard heart heaven honour hope hour Jeannot Jesuit Julian knew lady laugh Lelia light living look Lord Lucerne madam marriage marry master Merry Michaul mind morning mother mountain negroes never night Nocton Norridgewocks o'er Otoolpha ould passed poor priest replied rich rocks round says Jack scene seemed side silence slaves sleep smile soon sorrow soul spirit stood stranger sure Switzerland syllabub tears tell thee thing thou thought took turned voice Waldstetten white mustard wife wild wonder word young youth
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Сторінка 335 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
Сторінка 335 - That light whose smile kindles the universe, That beauty in which all things work and move, That benediction which the eclipsing curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which, through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst, now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
Сторінка 332 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep, He hath awakened from the dream of life ; Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.
Сторінка 334 - Here pause: these graves are all too young as yet To have outgrown the sorrow which consigned Its charge to each ; and if the seal is set, Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind, Break it not thou! too surely shalt thou find Thine own well full, if thou returnest home, Of tears and gall. From the world's bitter wind Seek shelter in the shadow of the tomb. What Adonais is, why fear we to become?
Сторінка 331 - Live thou, whose infamy is not thy fame! Live! fear no heavier chastisement from me, Thou noteless blot on a remembered name! But be thyself, and know thyself to be!
Сторінка 328 - The airs and streams renew their joyous tone; The ants, the bees, the swallows reappear; Fresh leaves and flowers deck the dead Seasons...
Сторінка 333 - His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there, All new successions to the forms they wear; Torturing th' unwilling dross that checks its flight To its own likeness, as each mass may bear; And bursting in its beauty and its might From trees and beasts and men into the Heaven's light.
Сторінка 334 - Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread. And gray walls moulder round, on which dull Time Feeds, like slow fire upon a hoary brand; And one keen pyramid with wedge sublime, Pavilioning the dust of him who planned This refuge for his memory, doth stand Like flame transformed to marble; and beneath, A field is spread, on which a newer band Have pitched in Heaven's smile their camp of death Welcoming...
Сторінка 140 - The Lord giveth, and the Lord ' taketh away ; blessed be the name of the Lord.
Сторінка 388 - The Soul, of origin divine, GOD'S glorious image, freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine A star of day. " The SUN is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky ; The SOUL, immortal as its Sire, SHALL NEVER DIE.