Mornings in Spring: Or, Retrospections, Biographical, Critical, and Historical, Volume 1J. Murray, 1828 |
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... were , in paradisaical beauty , and fresh from the hands of their Creator . It is , consequently , at this interesting period of our earthly pilgrimage , when , whilst every sense is stimulated by B 2 MORNINGS IN SPRING . Co 3.
... were , in paradisaical beauty , and fresh from the hands of their Creator . It is , consequently , at this interesting period of our earthly pilgrimage , when , whilst every sense is stimulated by B 2 MORNINGS IN SPRING . Co 3.
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... hand life's varied page , Peruse the record of your days on earth , Unsullied only where it marks your birth ; Still , lingering , pause above each chequer'd leaf , And blot with tears the sable lines of grief ; Where Passion o'er the ...
... hand life's varied page , Peruse the record of your days on earth , Unsullied only where it marks your birth ; Still , lingering , pause above each chequer'd leaf , And blot with tears the sable lines of grief ; Where Passion o'er the ...
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... hands , this is the time I choose to consider it , not only with respect to the general plan , but even the style and expression , which I revise and correct as if I were actually writing . In this manner I compose more or less , as the ...
... hands , this is the time I choose to consider it , not only with respect to the general plan , but even the style and expression , which I revise and correct as if I were actually writing . In this manner I compose more or less , as the ...
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... hand- ful of men . 66 Amongst the other occurrences of this memora- ble day , historians mention an incident of a singular nature . As the two armies were upon the point of engaging , the abbot of Inchchanfry , having posted himself ...
... hand- ful of men . 66 Amongst the other occurrences of this memora- ble day , historians mention an incident of a singular nature . As the two armies were upon the point of engaging , the abbot of Inchchanfry , having posted himself ...
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... hand , and upon his helmet he wore a purple hat in form of a crown , by way of distinction . This singularity of dress , together with his activity , rendered him very conspicuous as he rode before the lines , observing their order ...
... hand , and upon his helmet he wore a purple hat in form of a crown , by way of distinction . This singularity of dress , together with his activity , rendered him very conspicuous as he rode before the lines , observing their order ...
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Page 89 - To kings, that fear their subjects' treachery ? O, yes it doth ; a thousand-fold it doth. And to conclude, — the shepherd's homely curds, His cold thin drink out of his leather bottle, His wonted sleep under a fresh tree's shade, All which secure and sweetly he enjoys, Is far beyond a prince's delicates, His viands sparkling in a golden cup, • His body couched in a curious bed, When care, mistrust, and treason wait on him.
Page 217 - Armour rusting in his halls On the blood of Clifford calls ; — " Quell the Scot," exclaims the Lance — Bear me to the heart of France, Is the longing of the Shield...
Page 251 - And glimmered all the dead men's mail. Blazed battlement and pinnet high, Blazed every rose-carved buttress fair — So still they blaze, when fate is nigh The lordly line of high St Clair.
Page 167 - Is constant love deem'd there but want of wit? Are beauties there as proud as here they be? Do they above love to be loved, and yet Those lovers scorn whom that love doth possess? Do they call virtue there ungratefulness?
Page 255 - Thrice happy he, who by some shady grove, Far from the clamorous world, doth live his own ; Though solitary, who is not alone, But doth converse with that eternal Love. O how more sweet is bird's harmonious moan, Or the hoarse sobbings of the widow'd dove, Than those smooth whisperings near a prince's throne, Which good make doubtful, do the evil approve...
Page 270 - SWEET bird, that sing'st away the early hours Of winters past, or coming, void of care, Well pleased with delights which present are; Fair seasons, budding sprays, sweet-smelling flowers, To rocks, to springs, to rills, from leafy bowers, Thou thy Creator's goodness dost declare, And what dear gifts on thee he did not spare. A stain to human sense in sin that lowers. What soul can be so sick, which by thy songs...
Page 217 - Love had he found in huts where poor men lie ; His daily teachers had been woods and rills, The silence that is in the starry sky, The sleep that is among the lonely hills.
Page 238 - And sudden, as he spoke, From the sharp ridges of the hill, All downward to the banks of Till, Was wreathed in sable smoke. Volumed and fast, and rolling far, The cloud enveloped Scotland's war, As down the hill they broke ; Nor martial shout, nor minstrel tone, Announced their march; their tread alone, At times one warning trumpet blown, At times a stifled hum, Told England, from his mountain-throne King James did rushing come.
Page 207 - The fairest productions of human wit, after a few perusals, like gathered flowers, wither in our hands, and lose their fragrancy ; but these unfading plants of paradise become, as we are accustomed to them, still more and more beautiful; their bloom appears to be daily heightened ; fresh odours are emitted, and new sweets extracted from them. He who hath once tasted their excellencies, will desire to taste them yet again ; and he who tastes them oftenest, will relish them best.
Page 154 - Your dear self can best witness the manner, being done in loose sheets of paper, most of it in your presence, the rest by sheets l sent unto you, as fast as they were done.