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... , the calm he knows , Whose footsteps we have followed . Round him glows An atmosphere that brightens to the last ; The light , that shines , reflected from the past , -And from the future too ! Active in thought Among HUMAN LIFE . 199.
... , the calm he knows , Whose footsteps we have followed . Round him glows An atmosphere that brightens to the last ; The light , that shines , reflected from the past , -And from the future too ! Active in thought Among HUMAN LIFE . 199.
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... followed too much iny own dream of happiness ; and in such a dream indeed I have often passed a solitary hour . It was castle - building once ; now it is no longer so . But whoever would try to realize it would not perhaps repent of his ...
... followed too much iny own dream of happiness ; and in such a dream indeed I have often passed a solitary hour . It was castle - building once ; now it is no longer so . But whoever would try to realize it would not perhaps repent of his ...
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... followed the chariot till , overcome by his importunity , Ulysses consented that it should be left to Penelope to decide whether she would proceed with him or return with her father . It is related , says Pausanias , that she made no ...
... followed the chariot till , overcome by his importunity , Ulysses consented that it should be left to Penelope to decide whether she would proceed with him or return with her father . It is related , says Pausanias , that she made no ...
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... followed me , repeating , in a tone of mock solemnity , " Remem- ber five ! " It was the voice of one who had overheard us ; and little did he think what was to take place at five . On Sunday , when the time drew near , it struck me as ...
... followed me , repeating , in a tone of mock solemnity , " Remem- ber five ! " It was the voice of one who had overheard us ; and little did he think what was to take place at five . On Sunday , when the time drew near , it struck me as ...
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... , as homeward - bound I crossed The bay of TRAMEZZINE ) , right readily I turned my prow and followed , landing soon Where steps of purest marble met the wave ; Where , through the trellises and corridors , Soft music COMO . 285.
... , as homeward - bound I crossed The bay of TRAMEZZINE ) , right readily I turned my prow and followed , landing soon Where steps of purest marble met the wave ; Where , through the trellises and corridors , Soft music COMO . 285.
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Page 414 - It was on the day, or rather night, of the 27th of June 1787, between the hours of eleven and twelve, that I wrote the last lines of the last page, in a summer-house in my garden. After laying down my pen, I took several turns in a berceau, or covered walk of acacias, which commands a prospect of the country, the lake, and the mountains. The air was temperate, the sky was serene, the silver orb of the moon was reflected from the waters, and all nature was silent.
Page 94 - Whatever withdraws us from the power of our senses, whatever makes the past, the distant, or the future predominate over the present, advances us in the dignity of thinking beings.
Page 207 - I wis all their sport in the park is but a shadow to that pleasure that I find in Plato. Alas, good folk, they never felt what true pleasure meant.
Page 244 - SLEEP on, and dream of Heaven awhile — Tho' shut so close thy laughing eyes, Thy rosy lips still wear a smile And move, and breathe delicious sighs ! Ah, now soft blushes tinge her cheeks And mantle o'er her neck of snow ; Ah, now she murmurs, now she speaks What most I wish — and fear to know ! She starts, she trembles, and she weeps ! Her fair hands folded on her breast : — And now, how like a saint she sleeps ! A seraph in the realms of rest ! Sleep on secure ! Above...
Page 77 - SWEET MEMORY, wafted by thy gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail, To view the fairy-haunts of long-lost hours, Blest with far greener shades, far fresher flowers.
Page 21 - If but a fleeting cloud obscure the sky ; If but a beam of sober Reason play, Lo, Fancy's fairy frost-work melts away...
Page 190 - Then before All they stand — the holy vow And ring of gold, no fond illusions now, Bind her as his. Across the threshold led, And every tear kissed off as soon as shed, His house she enters — there to be a light, Shining within, when all without is night ; A guardian-angel o'er his life presiding, Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing...
Page 207 - ... an inward prompting which now grew daily upon me, that by labour and intent study, which I take to be my portion in- this life, joined with the strong propensity of nature, I might perhaps leave something so written to after-times, as they should not willingly let it die.
Page 319 - Orsini lived ; and long might'st thou have seen An old man wandering as in quest of something, Something he could not find — he knew not what.
Page 97 - This pillar was erected in the year 1656, by Ann Countess Dowager of Pembroke, &c. for a memorial of her last parting, in this place, with her good and pious mother, Margaret Countess Dowager of Cumberland, on the 2d of April.