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... noble and majestic , when left a prey to its desires , its passions and its ima gination . The beauty , at one time so innocently adored , is at last soiled , profaned and violated . Affection , love , guilt , horror , remorse and death ...
... noble and majestic , when left a prey to its desires , its passions and its ima gination . The beauty , at one time so innocently adored , is at last soiled , profaned and violated . Affection , love , guilt , horror , remorse and death ...
Sida 98
... Noble author's mind when first thinking of Childe Harold . A great poet , who gives himself up , free and unconfined , to the impulses of his genius , as Byron has done in the better part of this singular creation , shows to us a spirit ...
... Noble author's mind when first thinking of Childe Harold . A great poet , who gives himself up , free and unconfined , to the impulses of his genius , as Byron has done in the better part of this singular creation , shows to us a spirit ...
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... noble droves of oxen we meet , on their way from the western country to the city of Philadelphia . They are kindly , well - formed , and well - fed animals , averaging about six cwt . Cattle A flock of sheep , properly speaking , has ...
... noble droves of oxen we meet , on their way from the western country to the city of Philadelphia . They are kindly , well - formed , and well - fed animals , averaging about six cwt . Cattle A flock of sheep , properly speaking , has ...
Sida 132
... tible article in our stores . On this we scattered gunpowder pretty copiously , and our flint and steel soon enabled us to raise a flame , and , collecting dry wood , we made a noble 132 June Birkbeck's Notes on America .
... tible article in our stores . On this we scattered gunpowder pretty copiously , and our flint and steel soon enabled us to raise a flame , and , collecting dry wood , we made a noble 132 June Birkbeck's Notes on America .
Sida 133
DAVID WILLISON. and , collecting dry wood , we made a noble fire . There was a mat- tress for the lady , a bearskin for myself , and the load of the pack- horse as a pallet for the boy . Thus , by means of great coats and blankets , and ...
DAVID WILLISON. and , collecting dry wood , we made a noble fire . There was a mat- tress for the lady , a bearskin for myself , and the load of the pack- horse as a pallet for the boy . Thus , by means of great coats and blankets , and ...
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Sida 116 - And I have loved thee, Ocean! and my joy Of youthful sports was on thy breast to be Borne, like thy bubbles, onward: from a boy I wantoned with thy breakers — they to me Were a delight; and if the freshening sea Made them a terror — 'twas a pleasing fear, For I was as it were a child of thee, And trusted to thy billows far and near, And laid my hand upon thy mane — as I do here.
Sida 101 - The moon is up, and yet it is not night; Sunset divides the sky with her; a sea Of glory streams along the Alpine height Of blue Friuli's mountains; Heaven is free From clouds, but of all colours seems to be, — Melted to one vast Iris of the West, — Where the Day joins the past Eternity, While, on the other hand, meek Dian's crest Floats through the azure air — an island of the blest!
Sida 115 - Dark-heaving — boundless, endless and sublime, The image of eternity, the throne Of the Invisible ; even from out thy slime The monsters of the deep are made ; each zone Obeys thee; thou goest forth, dread, fathomless, alone.
Sida 107 - And mounts in spray the skies, and thence again Returns in an unceasing shower, which round, With its unemptied cloud of gentle rain, Is an eternal April to the ground, Making it all one emerald; — how profound The gulf! and how the giant element From rock to rock leaps with delirious bound, Crushing the cliffs, which, downward worn and rent With his fierce footsteps, yield in chasms a fearful vent...
Sida 107 - The roar of waters ! — from the headlong height Velino cleaves the wave-worn precipice ; The fall of waters ! rapid as the light The flashing mass foams shaking the abyss; The hell of waters ! where they howl and hiss, And boil in endless torture ; while the sweat Of their great agony, wrung out from this Their Phlegethon, curls round the rocks of jet That gird the gulf around, in pitiless horror set, LXX.
Sida 192 - Party is a body of men united, for promoting by their joint endeavours the national interest, upon some particular principle in which they are all agreed.
Sida 115 - 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. His steps are not upon thy paths, — thy fields Are not a spoil for him...
Sida 114 - It will not bear the brightness of the day, Which streams too much on all years, man, have reft away.
Sida 116 - Ye ! who have traced the Pilgrim to the scene Which is his last, if in your memories dwell A thought which once was his, if on ye swell...
Sida 109 - Scipios' tomb contains no ashes now; The very sepulchres lie tenantless Of their heroic dwellers: dost thou flow, Old Tiber! through a marble wilderness? Rise, with thy yellow waves, and mantle her distress.