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... ; in imagination we hold converse with the dead or absent , mark the tenor of their way and breathe the spirit of the time , now stimulated to exertion , and now , it may be , restrained from wanton injury iv PREFACE .
... ; in imagination we hold converse with the dead or absent , mark the tenor of their way and breathe the spirit of the time , now stimulated to exertion , and now , it may be , restrained from wanton injury iv PREFACE .
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... imagination , that the very window through which Tam O'Shanter saw ( ? ) the witches dance , although a creation of the fancy , has been pointed out by the guides ; a similar story is told of the author of Waverley's creation of Michael ...
... imagination , that the very window through which Tam O'Shanter saw ( ? ) the witches dance , although a creation of the fancy , has been pointed out by the guides ; a similar story is told of the author of Waverley's creation of Michael ...
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... imagination aggra- vated the evil . He had seen poor Schubart wearing out his tedious eight years of durance in the fortress of Schönberg , because he had been ' a rock of offence to the powers that were . ' The fate of this unfortunate ...
... imagination aggra- vated the evil . He had seen poor Schubart wearing out his tedious eight years of durance in the fortress of Schönberg , because he had been ' a rock of offence to the powers that were . ' The fate of this unfortunate ...
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... imagination , but also to those profound and solemn inqui- ries which every reasonable mortal is called to engage with . " * " The Philo- sophic Letters , " written about this time , contain evidence enough of the truth of this last ...
... imagination , but also to those profound and solemn inqui- ries which every reasonable mortal is called to engage with . " * " The Philo- sophic Letters , " written about this time , contain evidence enough of the truth of this last ...
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... imagination ; it soared seems to * Goethe . Prologue to the " Lay of the Bell . " away in search of other lands , looking with unutterable desire for some surer and brighter home beyond the horizon of this world . Death he had no rea ...
... imagination ; it soared seems to * Goethe . Prologue to the " Lay of the Bell . " away in search of other lands , looking with unutterable desire for some surer and brighter home beyond the horizon of this world . Death he had no rea ...
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Abd-el-Kader Admiral afterwards Algiers Andrew Marvell appeared artist Avignon beauty became brought called Cervantes character Charles Christian church Cochlæus commenced Cuvier death Don Quixote eloquence England eyes faith father favour feeling Franklin Pierce French friends frigate gave genius Girondists Goethe hand heart Hemans Hogarth honour human India intellectual Italy king labour lady less letter liberty literary living Lord Lord Ashley Macready ment mind moral Musselburgh Napier nation nature never night noble once party passed passion person picture poem poet poetry political popular present racter Raleigh religious rendered returned Robespierre Rome Rousseau scene Schiller seems sent Sheridan ship Sir Charles Napier slavery soon soul spirit talent things thou thought tion took true truth whole words write young
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Сторінка 109 - LIFE IN LONDON : or, the Day and Night Scenes of Jerry Hawthorn, Esq., and his Elegant Friend, Corinthian Tom.
Сторінка 190 - Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart; Thou hadst a voice whose sound was like the sea: Pure as the naked heavens, majestic, free. So didst thou travel on life's common way. In cheerful godliness; and yet thy heart The lowliest duties on herself did lay.
Сторінка 264 - Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He star'd at the Pacific — and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise — Silent, upon a peak in Darien.
Сторінка 275 - While round the armed bands Did clap their bloody hands ; He nothing common did, or mean, Upon that memorable scene, But with his keener eye The axe's edge did try ; Nor called the gods with vulgar spite To vindicate his helpless right, But bowed his comely head Down, as upon a bed.
Сторінка 255 - Trust in the Lord, and do good; so shalt thou dwell in the land, and verily thou shalt be fed.
Сторінка 196 - CYRIACK, this three years' day these eyes, though clear, To outward view, of blemish or of spot, Bereft of light, their seeing have forgot ; Nor to their idle orbs doth sight appear Of sun, or moon, or star, throughout the year, Or man, or woman. Yet I argue not Against Heaven's hand or will, nor bate a jot Of heart or hope, but still bear up and steer Right onward.
Сторінка 270 - BRIGHT star ! would I were steadfast as thou art— Not in lone splendour hung aloft the night. And watching, with eternal lids apart. Like Nature's patient sleepless Eremite, The moving waters at their priestlike task Of pure ablution round earth's human shores...
Сторінка 184 - I think it shame to covenant with any knowing reader that for some few years yet I may go on trust with him toward the payment of what I am now indebted, as being a work not to be raised from the heat of youth or the vapours of wine, like that which flows at waste from the pen of some vulgar amorist or the trencher fury of a rhyming parasite...
Сторінка 196 - Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn, Or sight of vernal bloom, or summer's rose, Or flocks, or herds, or human face divine: But cloud instead, and ever-during dark Surrounds me, from the cheerful ways of men Cut off, and for the book of knowledge fair Presented with a universal blank Of nature's works, to me expunged and rased, And wisdom at one entrance quite shut out.
Сторінка 168 - O'er each fair sleeping brow ; She had each folded flower in sight, — Where are those dreamers now ? One, 'midst the forests of the West, By a dark stream is laid, — The Indian knows his place of rest, Far in the cedar shade. The sea, the blue, lone sea, hath one, He lies where pearls lie deep, — He was the loved of all, yet none O'er his low bed may weep.