The republic of letters, [ed.] by A. Whitelaw, Том 3Alexander Whitelaw 1833 |
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... turned out one of the most eloquent advocates of the Funding System . Heavens ! how he did talk of the sufferings and privations of the patriots of the Revolution ! he certainly owed them a good turn , for he got enough by them to build ...
... turned out one of the most eloquent advocates of the Funding System . Heavens ! how he did talk of the sufferings and privations of the patriots of the Revolution ! he certainly owed them a good turn , for he got enough by them to build ...
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... turning to Doctor Rhubarb , " with your hydraulic machine ; you might as well call a man a forcing pump at once ... turned every thing topsy - turvy ; anon the salt , sulphur , and mercury fell together by the ears ; and lastly ...
... turning to Doctor Rhubarb , " with your hydraulic machine ; you might as well call a man a forcing pump at once ... turned every thing topsy - turvy ; anon the salt , sulphur , and mercury fell together by the ears ; and lastly ...
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... turned their coats but himself , brought him in jeopardy of office . They all insisted he had desert- ed his party , when the fact was , his party had deserted him , as he solemnly assured me . Be this as it may , as his appointment was ...
... turned their coats but himself , brought him in jeopardy of office . They all insisted he had desert- ed his party , when the fact was , his party had deserted him , as he solemnly assured me . Be this as it may , as his appointment was ...
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... turning of the key . At first the trickling of the waters from the roof , and the falling of the icicles , apprize us of the advance of the sun , to resume his glowing sceptre . Anon the little sunny southern exposures begin to spot the ...
... turning of the key . At first the trickling of the waters from the roof , and the falling of the icicles , apprize us of the advance of the sun , to resume his glowing sceptre . Anon the little sunny southern exposures begin to spot the ...
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... turning upon hinges ; and having thrown it back , she stretched her head a little way into the moist atmosphere . A lantern was reddening the front of the house , and melting its light in the neighbouring puddles , while a deluge of ...
... turning upon hinges ; and having thrown it back , she stretched her head a little way into the moist atmosphere . A lantern was reddening the front of the house , and melting its light in the neighbouring puddles , while a deluge of ...
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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.