The Republic of Letters: A Selection, in Poetry and Prose, from the Works of the Most Eminent Writers, with Many Original Pieces, Том 1Alexander Whitelaw Blackie & Son, 1835 |
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... light - hearted fisher people in the West of Scotland . But it was observed that her tone was now quite altered , and her own humble contentment had completely returned . In short , to bring our story to a close , she was shortly after ...
... light - hearted fisher people in the West of Scotland . But it was observed that her tone was now quite altered , and her own humble contentment had completely returned . In short , to bring our story to a close , she was shortly after ...
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... light may pierce the clouds when they dissever In the calm regions of the orient day ! Luther caught thy wakening glance , Like lightning , from his leaden lance Reflected , it dissolved the visions of the trance In which , as in a tomb ...
... light may pierce the clouds when they dissever In the calm regions of the orient day ! Luther caught thy wakening glance , Like lightning , from his leaden lance Reflected , it dissolved the visions of the trance In which , as in a tomb ...
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... light with blood and tears , Till thy sweet stars could weep the stain away : How like Bacchanals of blood Round France , ghastly vintage , stood Destruction's sceptred slaves , and Folly's mitred brood ! When one , like them , but ...
... light with blood and tears , Till thy sweet stars could weep the stain away : How like Bacchanals of blood Round France , ghastly vintage , stood Destruction's sceptred slaves , and Folly's mitred brood ! When one , like them , but ...
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... light On the heavy - sounding plain , When the bolt has pierced its brain ; As summer clouds dissolve , unburthened of their rain ; As a far taper fades with fading night , As a brief insect dies with dying day , My song , its pinions ...
... light On the heavy - sounding plain , When the bolt has pierced its brain ; As summer clouds dissolve , unburthened of their rain ; As a far taper fades with fading night , As a brief insect dies with dying day , My song , its pinions ...
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... light . Say this , my child , and your virtue will be dearer to me than my eyes ! Ah , my good Richard , you may be sure the Almighty never strikes us except it is for our sins , or for our good . I thought too much of you , my child ...
... light . Say this , my child , and your virtue will be dearer to me than my eyes ! Ah , my good Richard , you may be sure the Almighty never strikes us except it is for our sins , or for our good . I thought too much of you , my child ...
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Agenor appeared arms barouche beauty Bessy Bell blessed Boadicea bosom breath Burns CASQUET child cloud cottage countess cried dark daughter dear death deep door dream earth exclaimed eyes father fear feel flowers gentle gentleman girl Glasgow Gourock grand chamberlain Greenock hand happy hath head heard heart heaven honour hope hour husband Kate knew lady Lady G lassie leave light live look Lord Lord G Lutha marriage married matter morning mother never night o'er Odin once Oranmore Paddy passed poor Pounteney Rathmor replied Robert Burns round Scotland seemed sigh sister sleep smile solan goose soon soul spirit St Mary's Loch Stabroek stood stranger Suetonius sure sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought trees turned Vivian voice walk weep widow wife wild wind woman young youth
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Сторінка 349 - Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound? Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground? Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will, Those quivering wings composed, that music still!
Сторінка 346 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky : So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die ! " The child is father of the man ; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Сторінка 102 - HAPPY is England ! I could be content To see no other verdure than its own; To feel no other breezes than are blown Through its tall woods with high romances blent : Yet do I sometimes feel a languishment For skies Italian, and an inward groan To sit upon an Alp as on a throne, And half forget what world or worldling meant.
Сторінка 320 - Blessings be with them — and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares, The Poets, who on earth have made us Heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays ! Oh ! might my name be numbered among theirs, Then gladly would I end my mortal days.
Сторінка 417 - They are the only persons who, in one sense, retain it always, and they furnish their neighbours with the same idea. The other children grow up to manhood and womanhood, and suffer all the changes of mortality. This one alone is rendered an immortal child. Death has arrested it with his kindly harshness, and blessed it into an eternal image of youth and innocence.
Сторінка 343 - I instantly distended the lower part of the flower, and, placing it in a full light, could discover troops of little insects frisking and capering with wild jollity among the narrow pedestals that supported its leaves, and the little threads that occupied its centre.
Сторінка 16 - He who taught man to vanquish whatsoever Can be between the cradle and the grave Crowned him the King of Life. Oh, vain endeavour! If on his own high will, a willing slave, He has enthroned the oppression and the oppressor.
Сторінка 243 - I've touched the fellow's life ! it must be more than two foot of blubber that stops my iron from reaching the life of any whale that ever sculled the ocean !" " I believe you have saved yourself the trouble of using the bayonet you have rigged for a lance...
Сторінка 343 - On the polished bottoms of these, brighter than Parian marble, walked in pairs, alone, or in larger companies, the winged inhabitants : these, from little dusky flies, for such only the nake'd eye would have shown them, were raised to glorious glittering animals, stained with living purple, and with a glossy gold, that would have made all the labors of the loom contemptible in the comparison.
Сторінка 418 - Wherever there is a province of that benevolent and all-accessible empire, whether on earth or elsewhere, such are the gentle spirits that must inhabit it. To such simplicity, or the resemblance of it, must they come. Such must be the ready confidence of their hearts, and creativeness of their fancy. And so ignorant must they be of the " knowledge of good and evil...