The Republic of Letters: A Selection, in Poetry and Prose, from the Works of the Most Eminent Writers, with Many Original Pieces, Volume 1Alexander Whitelaw Blackie & Son, 1835 - English literature |
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... tears and sobs were again like to choke her . " Kate , my dear little Kate ! " said , Flora , " this is not the way I expected to find you . Do not greet so dreadfully ; surely you are not happy , Kate ! " " But you are happy , Flora ...
... tears and sobs were again like to choke her . " Kate , my dear little Kate ! " said , Flora , " this is not the way I expected to find you . Do not greet so dreadfully ; surely you are not happy , Kate ! " " But you are happy , Flora ...
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... tears stained thy robe of vestal whiteness , And gold profaned thy capitolian throne , Thou didst desert , with spirit - winged lightness , The senate of the tyrants : they sunk prone Slaves of one tyrant : Palatinus sighed Faint echoes ...
... tears stained thy robe of vestal whiteness , And gold profaned thy capitolian throne , Thou didst desert , with spirit - winged lightness , The senate of the tyrants : they sunk prone Slaves of one tyrant : Palatinus sighed Faint echoes ...
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... tears , Till thy sweet stars could weep the stain away : How like Bacchanals of blood Round France , ghastly vintage , stood Destruction's sceptred slaves , and Folly's mitred brood ! When one , like them , but mightier far than they ...
... tears , Till thy sweet stars could weep the stain away : How like Bacchanals of blood Round France , ghastly vintage , stood Destruction's sceptred slaves , and Folly's mitred brood ! When one , like them , but mightier far than they ...
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... tears , and blood - like tears ? The solemn harmony Paused , and the spirit of that mighty singing To its abyss was suddenly withdrawn ; Then , as a wild swan , when sublimely winging Its path athwart the thunder - smoke of dawn , Sinks ...
... tears , and blood - like tears ? The solemn harmony Paused , and the spirit of that mighty singing To its abyss was suddenly withdrawn ; Then , as a wild swan , when sublimely winging Its path athwart the thunder - smoke of dawn , Sinks ...
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... tears . He did not conceive how it was pos sible to reject the count , and his daughter did conceive it . Her father ... tears upon her hand , and the countess loved ; but she thought with tears on the condi- tions of the will . She was ...
... tears . He did not conceive how it was pos sible to reject the count , and his daughter did conceive it . Her father ... tears upon her hand , and the countess loved ; but she thought with tears on the condi- tions of the will . She was ...
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Page 349 - Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky! Dost thou despise the earth where cares abound? Or, while the wings aspire, are heart and eye Both with thy nest upon the dewy ground? Thy nest which thou canst drop into at will, Those quivering wings composed, that music still!
Page 346 - My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky : So was it when my life began ; So is it now I am a man ; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die ! " The child is father of the man ; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
Page 102 - HAPPY is England ! I could be content To see no other verdure than its own; To feel no other breezes than are blown Through its tall woods with high romances blent : Yet do I sometimes feel a languishment For skies Italian, and an inward groan To sit upon an Alp as on a throne, And half forget what world or worldling meant.
Page 320 - Blessings be with them — and eternal praise, Who gave us nobler loves, and nobler cares, The Poets, who on earth have made us Heirs Of truth and pure delight by heavenly lays ! Oh ! might my name be numbered among theirs, Then gladly would I end my mortal days.
Page 417 - They are the only persons who, in one sense, retain it always, and they furnish their neighbours with the same idea. The other children grow up to manhood and womanhood, and suffer all the changes of mortality. This one alone is rendered an immortal child. Death has arrested it with his kindly harshness, and blessed it into an eternal image of youth and innocence.
Page 343 - I instantly distended the lower part of the flower, and, placing it in a full light, could discover troops of little insects frisking and capering with wild jollity among the narrow pedestals that supported its leaves, and the little threads that occupied its centre.
Page 16 - He who taught man to vanquish whatsoever Can be between the cradle and the grave Crowned him the King of Life. Oh, vain endeavour! If on his own high will, a willing slave, He has enthroned the oppression and the oppressor.
Page 243 - I've touched the fellow's life ! it must be more than two foot of blubber that stops my iron from reaching the life of any whale that ever sculled the ocean !" " I believe you have saved yourself the trouble of using the bayonet you have rigged for a lance...
Page 343 - On the polished bottoms of these, brighter than Parian marble, walked in pairs, alone, or in larger companies, the winged inhabitants : these, from little dusky flies, for such only the nake'd eye would have shown them, were raised to glorious glittering animals, stained with living purple, and with a glossy gold, that would have made all the labors of the loom contemptible in the comparison.
Page 418 - Wherever there is a province of that benevolent and all-accessible empire, whether on earth or elsewhere, such are the gentle spirits that must inhabit it. To such simplicity, or the resemblance of it, must they come. Such must be the ready confidence of their hearts, and creativeness of their fancy. And so ignorant must they be of the " knowledge of good and evil...