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... mind inverted and staring at its own discontent , morn , noon , and night . In all the twenty - four hours there was but one gleam of sunshine for him , and that was when the post came in and brought Eila's daily epistle for a daily ...
... mind inverted and staring at its own discontent , morn , noon , and night . In all the twenty - four hours there was but one gleam of sunshine for him , and that was when the post came in and brought Eila's daily epistle for a daily ...
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... mind or of person which Eila possessed , had been so wrought up by Bertrand's love and poetic fancy , that she had become to him a being inhabiting the earth indeed -mysteriously inhabiting the earth -yet not of it ; a being too ...
... mind or of person which Eila possessed , had been so wrought up by Bertrand's love and poetic fancy , that she had become to him a being inhabiting the earth indeed -mysteriously inhabiting the earth -yet not of it ; a being too ...
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... mind- about me , of all men in the world . That I should be your uncle's in- formant ! I , of all men ! " " I was mad , I was mad , " groaned Bertrand . " Say you are as much my friend as ever . " " Pshaw ! let us be done with all this ...
... mind- about me , of all men in the world . That I should be your uncle's in- formant ! I , of all men ! " " I was mad , I was mad , " groaned Bertrand . " Say you are as much my friend as ever . " " Pshaw ! let us be done with all this ...
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... mind suitable to the composition of a calm letter , and it is not wonderful that his attempt to adopt this tone in his epistle to Sir Roland was on the whole unsuccessful . His first essays half - a - dozen of them at least - failed to ...
... mind suitable to the composition of a calm letter , and it is not wonderful that his attempt to adopt this tone in his epistle to Sir Roland was on the whole unsuccessful . His first essays half - a - dozen of them at least - failed to ...
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... mind with a hundred glori- ous points on which they might rest in wonder , if not in delight . The massive rings encrusting his fingers were worthy of a Begum ; his boots , from their radiance , might have been mirrors for Beau Brum ...
... mind with a hundred glori- ous points on which they might rest in wonder , if not in delight . The massive rings encrusting his fingers were worthy of a Begum ; his boots , from their radiance , might have been mirrors for Beau Brum ...
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Page 320 - All things that love the sun are out of doors; The sky rejoices in the morning's birth ; The grass is bright with rain-drops; — on the moors The hare is running races in her mirth ; And with her feet she from the plashy earth Raises a mist, that, glittering in the sun, Runs with her all the way, wherever she doth run.
Page 307 - ... feeling analogous to the supernatural by awakening the mind's attention from the lethargy of custom, and directing it to the loveliness and the wonders of the world before us — an inexhaustible treasure, but for which, in consequence of the film of familiarity and selfish solicitude, we have eyes yet see not, ears that hear not, and hearts that neither feel nor understand.
Page 321 - LINES WRITTEN IN EARLY SPRING. I HEARD a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man.
Page 425 - It was August the third, And quite soft was the skies; Which it might be inferred That Ah Sin was likewise; Yet he played it that day upon William And me in a way I despise. Which we had a small game, And Ah Sin took a hand; It was euchre — the same He did not understand ; But he smiled as he sat by the table With the smile that was childlike and bland.
Page 561 - In the one the incidents and agents were to be, in part at least, supernatural ; and the excellence aimed at was to consist in the interesting of the affections by the dramatic truth of such emotions as would naturally accompany such situations, supposing them real.
Page 569 - And see! the lady Christabel Gathers herself from out her trance; Her limbs relax, her countenance Grows sad and soft; the smooth thin lids Close o'er her eyes; and tears she sheds — Large tears that leave the lashes bright!
Page 321 - I sate reclined, In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts Bring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What man has made of man. Through primrose tufts, in that green bower, The periwinkle trailed its wreaths; And 'tis my faith that every flower Enjoys the air it breathes.
Page 300 - Not in Utopia, — subterranean fields, — Or some secreted island, Heaven knows where! But in the very world, which is the world Of all of us, — the place where, in the end, We find our happiness, or not at all...
Page 563 - Lyrical Ballads, in which it was agreed that my endeavours should be directed to persons and characters supernatural, or at least romantic — yet so as to transfer from our inward nature a human interest and a semblance of truth sufficient to procure for these shadows of imagination that willing suspension of disbelief, for the moment, which constitutes poetic faith.
Page 751 - Life's night begins : let him never come back to us ! There would be doubt, hesitation and pain, Forced praise on our part — the glimmer of twilight, Never glad confident morning again...