The cabinet; or The selected beauties of literature [ed. by J. Aitken]., Том 1John Aitken, 1824 - 420 стор. Includes poetry and prose, chiefly by contemporary writers, including Shelley, Byron, Hunt, Scott, Wordsworth, Coleridge, Southey, and many others. |
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... brought together in a situation calculated to shew something of their character , now pre- vented so sudden a parting , -and they who had thus casually met , having entered into conversation , began in a few minutes to feel almost like ...
... brought together in a situation calculated to shew something of their character , now pre- vented so sudden a parting , -and they who had thus casually met , having entered into conversation , began in a few minutes to feel almost like ...
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... brought upon him some new interesting groupe journeying tranquilly towards Appin Kirk . Families were coming down together into the wider strath , from their green nests among the solitude ; and friendly greetings were interchanging on ...
... brought upon him some new interesting groupe journeying tranquilly towards Appin Kirk . Families were coming down together into the wider strath , from their green nests among the solitude ; and friendly greetings were interchanging on ...
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... brought before me , on his bend- ed knees , the man beneath whose sword my dear Charles died ! Oh ! God of mercy , teach me how I should feel in this wild and most sud- den trial . " " Pray for me - pray for me to God - and also ...
... brought before me , on his bend- ed knees , the man beneath whose sword my dear Charles died ! Oh ! God of mercy , teach me how I should feel in this wild and most sud- den trial . " " Pray for me - pray for me to God - and also ...
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... brought to be my guest . " Such thoughts , when they had once entered her heart , found a permanent abode there she was restored to a tranquillity wonderful even to herself and taking Edward Ashton by the hand , she told him with a ...
... brought to be my guest . " Such thoughts , when they had once entered her heart , found a permanent abode there she was restored to a tranquillity wonderful even to herself and taking Edward Ashton by the hand , she told him with a ...
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... brought to them , should not wander off for ever thus forlorn and despairing , her soul rejoiced within her , the former brightness of her visage was restored , and once more the smile was seen that mantles from a heart made happy ...
... brought to them , should not wander off for ever thus forlorn and despairing , her soul rejoiced within her , the former brightness of her visage was restored , and once more the smile was seen that mantles from a heart made happy ...
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Сторінка 72 - The mountains look on Marathon — And Marathon looks on the sea ; And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be free ; For standing on the Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set, where were they?
Сторінка 387 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Сторінка 414 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the queen-moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry fays...
Сторінка 382 - Nor any drop to drink. The very deep did rot; O Christ! That ever this should be! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea! About, about, in reel and rout, The death-fires danced at night: The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue, and white.
Сторінка 386 - The Moon was at its edge. The thick black cloud was cleft, and still The Moon was at its side: Like waters shot" from some high crag, The lightning fell with never a jag, A river steep and wide.
Сторінка 386 - The upper air burst into life, And a hundred fire-flags sheen To and fro they were hurried about ; And to and fro, and in and out The wan stars danced between.
Сторінка 391 - And fell down in a fit; The holy Hermit raised his eyes, And prayed where he did sit. I took the oars: the Pilot's boy, Who now doth crazy go, Laughed loud and long, and all the while His eyes went to and fro. "Ha! ha!" quoth he, "full plain I see, The Devil knows how to row.
Сторінка 414 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
Сторінка 384 - I fear thee, ancient Mariner! I fear thy skinny hand! And thou art long, and lank, and brown, As is the ribbed sea-sand. I fear thee and thy glittering eye, And thy skinny hand so brown.
Сторінка 268 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth "s unknown, although his height be taken.