The Republic of Letters: A Selection, in Poetry and Prose, from the Works of the Most Eminent Writers, with Many Original PiecesBlackie, 1835 |
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... light is hidden , though just at hand , and finally , all at once bursts upon us , illumi- nates the mind , and brings with it the full , perfect perception . Thus was it with me . I had read all the most approved books , to come at the ...
... light is hidden , though just at hand , and finally , all at once bursts upon us , illumi- nates the mind , and brings with it the full , perfect perception . Thus was it with me . I had read all the most approved books , to come at the ...
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... light oc- cupations become indispensable , and trifles assume the impor- tance , because they exercise the influence of weighty circumstances on our happiness . It is then that he who can find out an innocent mode of living , and ...
... light oc- cupations become indispensable , and trifles assume the impor- tance , because they exercise the influence of weighty circumstances on our happiness . It is then that he who can find out an innocent mode of living , and ...
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... light as a feather after my meals , and instead of dozing away an hour in a chair , was ready for exercise at a minute's warning . The old couple welcomed me to my " nice place , " and were ex- ceedingly eloquent in praise of my nice ...
... light as a feather after my meals , and instead of dozing away an hour in a chair , was ready for exercise at a minute's warning . The old couple welcomed me to my " nice place , " and were ex- ceedingly eloquent in praise of my nice ...
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... light , Waste the weary hours in sighing All the long night . Yet , at times , will Fancy weave A bright spell of visions flown , Till I half forget to grieve , For my heart will scarce believe That they all are gone ! Memory , soon ...
... light , Waste the weary hours in sighing All the long night . Yet , at times , will Fancy weave A bright spell of visions flown , Till I half forget to grieve , For my heart will scarce believe That they all are gone ! Memory , soon ...
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... walls than its architectural beauty . Such a mass of stone and lime , unen- livened by window - light , could scarcely be met with ; and you mar- velled how the space it embraced was all disposed of † View of the Clyde from Erskine Ferry, ...
... walls than its architectural beauty . Such a mass of stone and lime , unen- livened by window - light , could scarcely be met with ; and you mar- velled how the space it embraced was all disposed of † View of the Clyde from Erskine Ferry, ...
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Сторінка 334 - He has outsoared the shadow of our night ; Envy and calumny and hate and pain, And that unrest which men miscall delight, Can touch him not and torture not again.
Сторінка 336 - 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 336 - 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 335 - And death is a low mist which cannot blot The brightness it may veil. When lofty thought Lifts a young heart above its mortal lair, And love and life contend in it, for what Shall be its earthly doom, the dead live there And move like winds of light on dark and stormy air.
Сторінка 140 - The Lord giveth, and the Lord ' taketh away ; blessed be the name of the Lord.
Сторінка 327 - In which suns perished. Others more sublime, Struck by the envious wrath of man or god, Have sunk, extinct in their refulgent prime ; And some yet live, treading the thorny road Which leads, through toil and hate, to Fame's serene abode. VI. But now thy youngest, dearest one has perished, The nursling of thy widowhood, who grew, Like a pale flower by some sad maiden cherished, And fed with true-love tears instead of dew.
Сторінка 335 - That ages, empires, and religions there Lie buried in the ravage they have wrought; For such as he can lend, — they borrow not Glory from those who made the world their prey; And he is gathered to the kings of thought Who waged contention with their time's decay, And of the past are all that cannot pass away.
Сторінка 335 - 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 327 - Where wert thou, mighty Mother, when he lay, When thy Son lay, pierced by the shaft which flies In darkness? where was lorn Urania When Adonais died? With veiled eyes, 'Mid listening Echoes, in her Paradise She sate, while one, with soft...
Сторінка 337 - 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...