The Illustrated Magazine, Томи 23 – 24Ward and Lock, 1867 |
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... Nature wearing a wilder look . Every white - birch clump around us is bent divergingly to the despair upon the whiter bank . The bare , writhing branches of yonder sombre oak - grove are steeped in snow , and in the misty air they look ...
... Nature wearing a wilder look . Every white - birch clump around us is bent divergingly to the despair upon the whiter bank . The bare , writhing branches of yonder sombre oak - grove are steeped in snow , and in the misty air they look ...
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... Nature - a finger of air , and a grasp of iron . We pass an old red foundry , banked in with snow , and its low eaves draped with icles , and come to the brook which turns its resounding wheel . The musical motion of the water seems ...
... Nature - a finger of air , and a grasp of iron . We pass an old red foundry , banked in with snow , and its low eaves draped with icles , and come to the brook which turns its resounding wheel . The musical motion of the water seems ...
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... nature convulsed by the extreme of mental agony ; a stern , hard heart turned from unbelief by one crushing blow ; a lifetime of cynical hardness uprooted and thrown out by one whirlwind of passionate pain ? If not , you cannot read the ...
... nature convulsed by the extreme of mental agony ; a stern , hard heart turned from unbelief by one crushing blow ; a lifetime of cynical hardness uprooted and thrown out by one whirlwind of passionate pain ? If not , you cannot read the ...
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... nature , even if " Knowledge to their eyes her ample page , Rich with the spoils of time , did ne'er unfold , " the banks of a stream must ever be a welcome spot to wander in . To the moralist too , and one who often prefers " to be ...
... nature , even if " Knowledge to their eyes her ample page , Rich with the spoils of time , did ne'er unfold , " the banks of a stream must ever be a welcome spot to wander in . To the moralist too , and one who often prefers " to be ...
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... Nature's organ which the wind is playing up and down the melancholy galleries . There solitude reigns supreme where lately were displayed the wealth of the Lancashire looms , the produce of the widest and remotest lands , and the ...
... Nature's organ which the wind is playing up and down the melancholy galleries . There solitude reigns supreme where lately were displayed the wealth of the Lancashire looms , the produce of the widest and remotest lands , and the ...
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Сторінка 316 - How often have I paused on every charm, The sheltered cot , the cultivated farm , The never-failing brook, the busy mill, The decent church that topt the neighbouring hill, The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade, For talking age and whispering lovers made!
Сторінка 24 - Marlowe, bathed in the Thespian springs, Had in him those brave translunary things That the first poets had; his raptures were All air and fire, which made his verses clear, For that fine madness still he did retain Which rightly should possess a poet's brain.
Сторінка 120 - A cry that shiver'd to the tingling stars, And, as it were one voice, an agony Of lamentation, like a wind, that shrills All night in a waste land, where no one comes, Or hath come, since the making of the world. Then murmur'd Arthur, 'Place me in the barge,
Сторінка 44 - New mercies each returning day Hover around us while we pray — New perils past, new sins forgiven, New thoughts of God, new hopes of heaven.
Сторінка 61 - Fie, my lord, fie ! a soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account? Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him? Doct. Do you mark that? Lady M. The thane of Fife had a wife; where is she now? What, will these hands ne'er be clean? No more o' that, my lord, no more o' that: you mar all with this starting.
Сторінка 17 - TO THE MUSES. WHETHER on Ida's shady brow Or in the chambers of the East, The chambers of the Sun, that now From ancient melody have ceased ; Whether in heaven ye wander fair Or the green corners of the earth, Or the blue regions of the air, Where the melodious winds have birth...
Сторінка 17 - ... the valleys wild, Piping songs of pleasant glee, On a cloud I saw a child, And he laughing said to me : "Pipe a song about a Lamb !
Сторінка 131 - I care not, fortune, what you me deny ; You cannot rob me of free nature's grace ; You cannot shut the windows of the sky, Through which Aurora shows her brightening face, You cannot bar my constant feet to trace The woods and lawns, by living stream, at eve : Let health my nerves and finer fibres brace, And I their toys to the great children leave : Of fancy, reason, virtue, nought can me bereave.
Сторінка 22 - I will not cease from Mental Fight, Nor shall my Sword sleep in my hand Till we have built Jerusalem In England's green and pleasant Land.