Recreations of Christopher NorthBlackwood, 1857 |
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... birds that come unexpectedly floating up into some inland vale , because , unknown to us who wonder at them , the ... bird and beast asleep . All by her- self , as she walked along between the braes , was she singing a hymn , — " And ...
... birds that come unexpectedly floating up into some inland vale , because , unknown to us who wonder at them , the ... bird and beast asleep . All by her- self , as she walked along between the braes , was she singing a hymn , — " And ...
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... bird let loose from the hand , darted the maiden from her father's bosom , and with her face upward to the skies , pursued her flight . Young and old left the house , and at that moment the forked lightning came from the crashing cloud ...
... bird let loose from the hand , darted the maiden from her father's bosom , and with her face upward to the skies , pursued her flight . Young and old left the house , and at that moment the forked lightning came from the crashing cloud ...
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... bird floating on the flow o ' the tide into the bay . Back and back had aye fallen the people , as the tide was roarin ' on wi ' a hollow soun ' - and now that the water was high aboon the heads o ' the martyrs , what chained that ...
... bird floating on the flow o ' the tide into the bay . Back and back had aye fallen the people , as the tide was roarin ' on wi ' a hollow soun ' - and now that the water was high aboon the heads o ' the martyrs , what chained that ...
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... Bird of Paradise might float in the sunshine un- harmed all its beautiful life long , although all the sportsmen of Cockaigne were to keep firing at the star - like plumage during the Christmas holydays of a thousand years . We never ...
... Bird of Paradise might float in the sunshine un- harmed all its beautiful life long , although all the sportsmen of Cockaigne were to keep firing at the star - like plumage during the Christmas holydays of a thousand years . We never ...
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... birds , at the worst an oratorio of ganders and bubbleys ? At this particular juncture or crisis , the disease would fain assume the symptoms of religious inspiration . The poetasters are all pious - all smitten with sanctity ...
... birds , at the worst an oratorio of ganders and bubbleys ? At this particular juncture or crisis , the disease would fain assume the symptoms of religious inspiration . The poetasters are all pious - all smitten with sanctity ...
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Sida 306 - The tear forgot as soon as shed, The sunshine of the breast: Theirs buxom health, of rosy hue, Wild wit, invention ever new, And lively cheer, of vigour born, The thoughtless day, the easy night, The spirits pure, the slumbers light That fly th
Sida 81 - These are they which were not defiled with women; for they are virgins; these are they which follow the Lamb whithersoever he goeth. These were redeemed from among men, being the first-fruits unto God and to the Lamb.
Sida 356 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
Sida 80 - Yea, though I walk in death's dark vale, Yet will I fear none ill ; For thou art with me ; and thy rod And staff me comfort still.
Sida 54 - In regions mild of calm and serene air, Above the smoke and stir of this dim spot Which men call Earth, and, with low-thoughted care.
Sida 293 - Where through the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault, The pealing anthem swells the note of praise.
Sida 43 - The essence of poetry is invention ; such invention as, by producing something unexpected, surprises and delights. The topics of devotion are few, and being few are universally known ; but few as they are, they can be made no more ; they can receive no grace from novelty of sentiment, and very little from novelty of expression.
Sida 277 - Tis morn, but scarce yon level sun Can pierce the war-clouds, rolling dun, Where furious Frank and fiery Hun Shout in their sulphurous canopy. The combat deepens. On, ye brave, Who rush to glory, or the grave ! Wave, Munich ! all thy banners wave, And charge with all thy chivalry.
Sida 101 - Full fain it would delay me! My dear babe, Who, capable of no articulate sound, Mars all things with his imitative lisp, How he would place his hand beside his ear, His little hand, the small forefinger up, And bid us listen!
Sida 48 - Lastly, whatsoever in religion is holy and sublime, in virtue amiable or grave, whatsoever hath passion or admiration in all the changes of that which is called fortune from without, or the wily subtleties and refluxes of man's thoughts from within ; all these things with a solid and treatable smoothness to paint out and describe.