The Works of Professor Wilson of the University of Edinburgh: Essays critical and imaginativeW. Blackwood, 1856 |
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... green Graithwaite , and the templed promontory of stately Storrs , before the sea - borne wind , the wild swans , all , float up the watery vale of beauty and of peace . Out from that still haven , overshadowed by the Elm- grove , where ...
... green Graithwaite , and the templed promontory of stately Storrs , before the sea - borne wind , the wild swans , all , float up the watery vale of beauty and of peace . Out from that still haven , overshadowed by the Elm- grove , where ...
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... Green Gabels , where all the summer long are singing the waterfalls . All the boats at Waterhead had been lying for hours on their shadows ; but now , just as a peal of rook - blast thunder from Langdale Quarry sends a sound mag ...
... Green Gabels , where all the summer long are singing the waterfalls . All the boats at Waterhead had been lying for hours on their shadows ; but now , just as a peal of rook - blast thunder from Langdale Quarry sends a sound mag ...
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... green as emerald , all busy at long- protracted breakfast , and people moving about at labour or at leisure , an indolent and an industrious world — and lo ! now that your eyes , soon familiarised with the unexpected spectacle , have ...
... green as emerald , all busy at long- protracted breakfast , and people moving about at labour or at leisure , an indolent and an industrious world — and lo ! now that your eyes , soon familiarised with the unexpected spectacle , have ...
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... Green's vivid description of the scene now before our eyes , in those two volumes of his - labours of love - in which he has said a few kind words of almost every acre in the three counties . " The water here is pleasantly embayed , and ...
... Green's vivid description of the scene now before our eyes , in those two volumes of his - labours of love - in which he has said a few kind words of almost every acre in the three counties . " The water here is pleasantly embayed , and ...
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... green , that along her shores run glimmering far down beneath the superficial sun- shine , when the Poet in his becalmed canoe among the lustre could fondly swear by all that is most beautiful on earth , in air , and in water , that ...
... green , that along her shores run glimmering far down beneath the superficial sun- shine , when the Poet in his becalmed canoe among the lustre could fondly swear by all that is most beautiful on earth , in air , and in water , that ...
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Page 222 - midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way...
Page 202 - To him who, in the love of Nature, holds Communion with her visible forms, she speaks A various language : for his gayer hours She has a voice of gladness, and a smile And eloquence of beauty ; and she glides Into his darker musings, with a mild And healing sympathy, that steals away Their sharpness, ere he is aware.
Page 203 - So live, that when thy summons comes to join The innumerable caravan, that moves To that mysterious realm, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death, Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night, Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothed By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
Page 203 - His favorite phantom; yet all these shall leave Their mirth and their employments, and shall come And make their bed with thee.
Page 130 - WHEN cats run home and light is come, And dew is cold upon the ground, And the far-off stream is dumb, And the whirring sail goes round, And the whirring sail goes round ; Alone and warming his five wits, The white owl in the belfry sits.
Page 200 - ... of these trees In music ; — thou art in the cooler breath That from the inmost darkness of the place Comes, scarcely felt ; the barky trunks, the ground, The fresh moist ground, are all instinct with thee. Here is continual worship; — nature, here, In the tranquillity that thou dost love, Enjoys thy presence. Noiselessly, around, From perch to perch, the solitary bird Passes ; and yon clear spring, that, midst its herbs, Wells softly forth and visits the strong roots Of half the mighty forest,...
Page 138 - My life is dreary, He cometh not,' she said ; She said, ' I am aweary, aweary, I would that I were dead...
Page 201 - E'er wore his crown as loftily as he Wears the green coronal of leaves with which Thy hand has graced him. Nestled at his root Is beauty, such as blooms not in the glare Of the broad sun. That delicate forest flower With scented breath, and look so like a smile, Seems, as it issues from the shapeless mould, An emanation of the indwelling Life, A visible token of the upholding Love, That are the soul of this wide universe.
Page 219 - That lifts his tossing mane. A moment in the British camp — A moment — and away Back to the pathless forest, Before the peep of day. Grave men there are by broad Santee, Grave men with hoary hairs; Their hearts are all with Marion, For Marion are their prayers. And lovely ladies greet our band With kindliest welcoming, With smiles like those of summer, And tears like those of spring. For them we wear these trusty arms, And lay them down no more Till we have driven the Briton Forever from our...
Page 200 - Father, thy hand Hath reared these venerable columns, thou Didst weave this verdant roof. Thou didst look down Upon the naked earth, and, forthwith, rose All these fair ranks of trees.