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... hope to be heard in the tumult transgress them with impunity , had he of applause . contravened no other laws . But , as he casts no little imputation on the strength of his understanding ; whilst his wanton exhibition of his deformity ...
... hope to be heard in the tumult transgress them with impunity , had he of applause . contravened no other laws . But , as he casts no little imputation on the strength of his understanding ; whilst his wanton exhibition of his deformity ...
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... hope he may . of Byron's followers . In his lordship's lordship seems to think it is as much wildest incoherence , there is something beneath him to attend to the melody of of poetic frenzy ; and there are inter- his numbers , as it ...
... hope he may . of Byron's followers . In his lordship's lordship seems to think it is as much wildest incoherence , there is something beneath him to attend to the melody of of poetic frenzy ; and there are inter- his numbers , as it ...
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... hope , that anger , besides being honoured with the epithet above alluded to , is thus coupled in a stanza with another worthy of the same school , Let simple Wordsworth chime his childish verse , And brother Coleridge lull the babe at ...
... hope , that anger , besides being honoured with the epithet above alluded to , is thus coupled in a stanza with another worthy of the same school , Let simple Wordsworth chime his childish verse , And brother Coleridge lull the babe at ...
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... hope and dread allay'd By slumber , on one pillow , -- in the dust , Which , thus much we are sure , must lie decay'd ; And when it shall revive , as is our trust , ' Twill be to be forgiven , or suffer what is just . " P. 57 . To the ...
... hope and dread allay'd By slumber , on one pillow , -- in the dust , Which , thus much we are sure , must lie decay'd ; And when it shall revive , as is our trust , ' Twill be to be forgiven , or suffer what is just . " P. 57 . To the ...
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... hope selves to read English books , that we that no rude hand may hereafter violate have adopted English prejudices ; and their union . Let us not be misunder- are ready to join in a sneer at any stood ; we do not wish to check her ...
... hope selves to read English books , that we that no rude hand may hereafter violate have adopted English prejudices ; and their union . Let us not be misunder- are ready to join in a sneer at any stood ; we do not wish to check her ...
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The American Monthly Magazine and Critical Review, Volym 1 H. Biglow,Orville Luther Holley Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - 1817 |
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Sida 10 - At intervals, some bird from out the brakes Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a floating whisper on the hill, But that is fancy, for the starlight dews All silently their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, till they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues.
Sida 296 - No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest, With his martial cloak around him. Few and short were the prayers we said, And we spoke not a word of sorrow ; But we steadfastly gazed on the face of the dead, And we bitterly thought of the morrow.
Sida 296 - We thought, as we hollowed his narrow bed And smoothed down his lonely pillow, That the foe and the stranger would tread o'er his head, And we far away on the billow! Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him.
Sida 296 - By the struggling moonbeam's misty light And the lantern dimly burning. No useless coffin enclosed his breast, Not in sheet nor in shroud we wound him ; But he lay like a warrior taking his rest With his martial cloak around him.
Sida 296 - Oh ! when a Mother meets on high The Babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then, for pains and fears, The day of woe, the watchful night, For all her sorrow, all her tears, An over-payment of delight...
Sida 349 - Nor look'd upon the earth with human eyes ; The thirst of their ambition was not mine, The aim of their existence was not mine ; My joys, my griefs, my passions, and my powers, Made me a stranger ; though I wore the form, I had no sympathy with breathing flesh, Nor midst the creatures of clay that girded me Was there but one who but of her anon.
Sida 9 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet But hark!
Sida 296 - Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Sida 349 - Or to look, list'ning, on the scattered leaves, While Autumn winds were at their evening song. These were my pastimes, and to be alone ; For if the beings, of whom I was one, — Hating to be so, — cross'd me in my path, I felt myself degraded back to them, And was all clay again.
Sida 422 - I stoop not to despair; For I have battled with mine agony, And made me wings wherewith to overfly The narrow circus of my dungeon wall...