Essays critical and imaginativeBlackwood, 1857 |
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... round and about the modest manse , and the kirk - spire covered with the pine - tree that shadows its horologe - the small , quiet , half - slated half - thatched rural town , there resides , and will for ever reside , the immortal ...
... round and about the modest manse , and the kirk - spire covered with the pine - tree that shadows its horologe - the small , quiet , half - slated half - thatched rural town , there resides , and will for ever reside , the immortal ...
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... round the temples of easy - living men . The sire who " turns o'er wi ' patriarchal pride the big Ha - Bible , " is indeed well - stricken in years , but he is not an old man , for " The expectant wee things , toddlin , stacher through ...
... round the temples of easy - living men . The sire who " turns o'er wi ' patriarchal pride the big Ha - Bible , " is indeed well - stricken in years , but he is not an old man , for " The expectant wee things , toddlin , stacher through ...
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... round my head : The polish'd leaves , and berries red , Did rustling play ; And , like a passing thought , she fled In light away . " " To reconcile to our imagination the entrance of an aerial being into a mansion of this kind , " says ...
... round my head : The polish'd leaves , and berries red , Did rustling play ; And , like a passing thought , she fled In light away . " " To reconcile to our imagination the entrance of an aerial being into a mansion of this kind , " says ...
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... round her brows ; I took her for some Scottish Muse , By that same token . " Some Scottish Muse - but which of them he had not leisure to conjecture , so lost was he in admiration of that mystic robe- " that mantle large , of greenish ...
... round her brows ; I took her for some Scottish Muse , By that same token . " Some Scottish Muse - but which of them he had not leisure to conjecture , so lost was he in admiration of that mystic robe- " that mantle large , of greenish ...
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... round the deep - dyed steel In sturdy blows ; While back recoiling seem'd to reel Their Southron foes . His Country's Saviour , mark him well ! Bold Richardton's heroic swell ; The chief on Sark who glorious fell , In high command ; And ...
... round the deep - dyed steel In sturdy blows ; While back recoiling seem'd to reel Their Southron foes . His Country's Saviour , mark him well ! Bold Richardton's heroic swell ; The chief on Sark who glorious fell , In high command ; And ...
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Allan Cunningham Ambleside auld ballad bard beautiful believe better breast breath Burns's called character charm Christabel clouds Coleridge Colonsay Cottar's Saturday Night dear death delight dream Dumfries earth Ellisland evil eyes face fair fancy fear feel felt frae gauger genius George Thomson Grasmere hand happy head hear heard heart heaven Hector Macneil honour hope hour human imagination inspired knew labour lady Lars Porsena lictors light living look Mauchline mind morning Mossgiel nature never noble o'er once passion perhaps pity poem poet poet's poetical poetry poor pride racter Robert Burns round Scotland Scottish seems Shanter Shuffler sing smile song soul spirit strong sweet tears tell tender thee things Thomson thou thought tion truth verse virtue voice walk whole Whyles wild wonder words Young Poets youth
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Сторінка 299 - O Lady! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does Nature live: Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold, of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth— And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!
Сторінка 297 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
Сторінка 341 - Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.
Сторінка 336 - The Sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon — ' The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast.
Сторінка 335 - The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set: May'st hear the merry din.
Сторінка 33 - Compared with this, how poor religion's pride, In all the pomp of method, and of art, When men display to congregations wide Devotion's every grace, except the heart!
Сторінка 337 - And now the Storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. "'With sloping masts and dipping prow As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
Сторінка 340 - 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 342 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Сторінка 340 - With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, We could nor laugh nor wail; Through utter drought all dumb we stood! I bit my arm, I sucked the blood, And cried, A sail ! a sail...