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Smith, Elder, and Company, 1856
 

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Сторінка 118 - And if thou wilt make me an altar of stone, thou shalt not build it of hewn stone : for if thou lift up thy tool upon it, thou hast polluted it.
Сторінка 54 - Simon Peter saith unto them, I go a fishing. They say unto him, We also come with thee.
Сторінка 290 - Are those fraternal four of Borrowdale, Joined in one solemn and capacious grove ; Huge trunks ! — and each particular trunk a growth Of intertwisted fibres serpentine Up-coiling, and inveterately convolved, — Nor uninformed with phantasy, and looks That threaten the profane ; — a pillared shade, Upon whose grassless floor of red-brown hue...
Сторінка 161 - There is not wind enough to twirl The one red leaf, the last of its clan, That dances as often as dance it can, Hanging so light, and hanging so high, On the topmost twig that looks up at the sky.
Сторінка 274 - Since he, so gray and stubborn now, Waved in each breeze a sapling bough ; Would he could tell how deep the shade A thousand mingled branches made ; How broad the shadows of the oak, How clung the rowan to the rock, And through the foliage showed his head, With narrow leaves and berries red ; What pines on every mountain sprung, O'er every dell what birches hung, In every breeze what aspens shook, What alders shaded every brook!
Сторінка 310 - To watch the corn grow, and the blossoms set; to draw hard breath over ploughshare or spade; to read, to think, to love, to hope, to pray — these are the things that make men happy; they have always had the power of doing these, and they never will have power to do more.
Сторінка 11 - I come, after some embarrassment, to the conclusion, that poetry is " the suggestion, by the imagination, of noble grounds for the noble emotions.
Сторінка 12 - tis falsely said That there was ever intercourse Between the living and the dead; For, surely, then I should have sight Of him I wait for day and night, With love and longings infinite.
Сторінка 162 - He listen'd, and he wept, and his bright tears Went trickling, down the golden bow he held. Thus with half-shut suffused eyes he stood, While from beneath some cumbrous boughs hard by With solemn step an awful Goddess came, And there was purport in her looks for him, Which he with eager guess began to read Perplex'd, the while melodiously he said: "How cam'st thou over the unfooted sea?
Сторінка 204 - At length the freshening western blast Aside the shroud of battle cast; And, first, the ridge of mingled spears Above the brightening cloud appears; And in the smoke the pennons flew , As in the storm the white sea-mew.

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