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... fear that of the longitude will precede it . I once thought myself a philosopher , and talked nonsense with great decorum : I defied pain , and preached up equanimity . For some time this did very well ; for no one was in pain for me ...
... fear that of the longitude will precede it . I once thought myself a philosopher , and talked nonsense with great decorum : I defied pain , and preached up equanimity . For some time this did very well ; for no one was in pain for me ...
Σελίδα 21
... fears to a pair of new pistols wherewith I had armed him ; and he thought it necessary to display his vigilance by calling out to me whenever we passed anything - no matter whether moving or stationary . Conceive ten miles , with a ...
... fears to a pair of new pistols wherewith I had armed him ; and he thought it necessary to display his vigilance by calling out to me whenever we passed anything - no matter whether moving or stationary . Conceive ten miles , with a ...
Σελίδα 26
... fear , will hardly retain his senses : his letters to me since the event have been most incoherent . But let this pass ; we shall all one day pass along with the rest - the world is too full of such things , and our very sorrow is ...
... fear , will hardly retain his senses : his letters to me since the event have been most incoherent . But let this pass ; we shall all one day pass along with the rest - the world is too full of such things , and our very sorrow is ...
Σελίδα 44
... fear from criticism ? -To Mr. Hodgson , Dec. 8 , 1811 . CAMPBELL'S SPECIMENS OF THE BRITISH POETS , AND HIS INACCURACY IN DESCRIBING SCENERY . Read the Poets - English , that is to say - out of Campbell's edition . There is a good deal ...
... fear from criticism ? -To Mr. Hodgson , Dec. 8 , 1811 . CAMPBELL'S SPECIMENS OF THE BRITISH POETS , AND HIS INACCURACY IN DESCRIBING SCENERY . Read the Poets - English , that is to say - out of Campbell's edition . There is a good deal ...
Σελίδα 45
... but not yet recovered of the Quarterly . * What fellows these reviewers are ! * A critique on his fragmentary poem , " Columbus , " had appeared in the " Quarterly Review " of June , 1813 . " these bugs do fear us all . " They ROGERS.
... but not yet recovered of the Quarterly . * What fellows these reviewers are ! * A critique on his fragmentary poem , " Columbus , " had appeared in the " Quarterly Review " of June , 1813 . " these bugs do fear us all . " They ROGERS.
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Σελίδα 11 - Ah ! then and there was hurrying to and fro, And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress, And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago Blush'd at the praise of their own loveliness : And there were sudden partings, such as press The life from out young hearts, and choking sighs Which ne'er might be repeated...
Σελίδα 13 - Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, The midnight brought the signal-sound of strife, The morn the marshalling in arms — the day Battle's magnificently stern array...
Σελίδα 21 - Clear, placid Leman! thy contrasted lake, With the wild world I dwelt in, is a thing Which warns me, with its stillness, to forsake Earth's troubled waters for a purer spring. This quiet sail is as a noiseless wing To waft me from distraction; once I loved Torn ocean's roar, but thy soft murmuring Sounds sweet as if a sister's voice reproved, That I with stern delights should e'er have been so moved.
Σελίδα 12 - And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves, Dewy with nature's tear-drops as they pass, Grieving, if aught inanimate e'er grieves, Over the unreturning brave, — alas! Ere evening to be trodden like the grass...
Σελίδα 135 - Like the leaves of the forest when summer is green, That host with their banners at sunset were seen: Like the leaves of the forest when autumn hath blown, That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.
Σελίδα 91 - It might be months, or years, or days, I kept no count, I took no note, I had no hope my eyes to raise, And clear them of their dreary mote...
Σελίδα 22 - The sky is changed ! — and such a change ! Oh night, And storm, and darkness, ye are wondrous strong, Yet lovely in your strength, as is the light Of a dark eye in woman ! Far along, From peak to peak, the rattling crags among Leaps the live thunder...
Σελίδα 45 - Roll on, thou deep and dark blue Ocean — roll ! Ten thousand fleets sweep over thee in vain; Man marks the earth with ruin — his control Stops with the shore; upon the watery plain The wrecks are all thy deed, nor doth remain A shadow of man's ravage, save his own, When, for a moment, like a drop of rain, He sinks into thy depths with bubbling groan, Without a grave, unknell'd, uncoffin'd, and unknown.
Σελίδα 27 - I STOOD in Venice, on the Bridge of Sighs ; A palace and a prison on each hand : I saw from out the wave her structures rise As from the stroke of the enchanter's wand : A thousand years their cloudy wings expand Around me, and a dying Glory smiles O'er the far times, when many a subject land Look'd to the winged Lion's marble piles, Where Venice sate in state, throned on her hundred isles...
Σελίδα 27 - In Venice Tasso's echoes are no more, And silent rows the songless gondolier ; Her palaces are crumbling to the shore, And music meets not always now the ear : Those days are gone — but Beauty still is here. States fall, arts fade — but Nature doth not die, Nor yet forget how Venice once was dear, The pleasant place of all festivity, The revel of the earth, the masque of Italy ! IV.