Essays critical and imaginativeBlackwood, 1857 |
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... knew , for he had seen and blessed it , the quiet joy and unbroken contentment that slept below ; and when he saw it driven and dispersed by the winds , he knew also but too well , for too sorely had he felt them , those agitations and ...
... knew , for he had seen and blessed it , the quiet joy and unbroken contentment that slept below ; and when he saw it driven and dispersed by the winds , he knew also but too well , for too sorely had he felt them , those agitations and ...
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... knew it not , they were the happiest boys " the evening sun went down upon . ' " True , " as Gilbert tells us , " I doubt not but the hard labour and sorrow of this period of his life was in a great measure the cause of that depression ...
... knew it not , they were the happiest boys " the evening sun went down upon . ' " True , " as Gilbert tells us , " I doubt not but the hard labour and sorrow of this period of his life was in a great measure the cause of that depression ...
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... knew anything about him - nor did he know much about himself ; till Nature , who had long kept , chose to reveal , her own secret . You know our country custom of coupling a man and woman together as partners in the labour of harvest ...
... knew anything about him - nor did he know much about himself ; till Nature , who had long kept , chose to reveal , her own secret . You know our country custom of coupling a man and woman together as partners in the labour of harvest ...
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... knew of Robert's transgressions in one year , he likewise knew of his obedience through many ; nor feared that he would strive to the utmost to shelter his mother in the storm . Robert writes , " On the 13th current ( Feb. 1784 ) I lost ...
... knew of Robert's transgressions in one year , he likewise knew of his obedience through many ; nor feared that he would strive to the utmost to shelter his mother in the storm . Robert writes , " On the 13th current ( Feb. 1784 ) I lost ...
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... knew that on earth his name was to live for ever . " All hail ! my own inspired bard ! In me thy native Muse regard ! Nor longer mourn thy fate is hard , Thus poorly low ! I come to give thee such reward As we bestow . Know , the great ...
... knew that on earth his name was to live for ever . " All hail ! my own inspired bard ! In me thy native Muse regard ! Nor longer mourn thy fate is hard , Thus poorly low ! I come to give thee such reward As we bestow . Know , the great ...
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Allan Cunningham Ambleside auld ballad bard beautiful believe better breast breath Burns's called character charm Christabel clouds Coleridge Colonsay Cottar's Saturday Night dear death delight dream Dumfries earth Ellisland evil eyes face fair fancy fear feel felt frae gauger genius George Thomson Grasmere hand happy head hear heard heart heaven Hector Macneil honour hope hour human imagination inspired knew labour lady Lars Porsena lictors light living look Mauchline mind morning Mossgiel nature never noble o'er once passion perhaps pity poem poet poet's poetical poetry poor pride racter Robert Burns round Scotland Scottish seems Shanter Shuffler sing smile song soul spirit strong sweet tears tell tender thee things Thomson thou thought tion truth verse virtue voice walk whole Whyles wild wonder words Young Poets youth
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Sida 299 - O Lady! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does Nature live: Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold, of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth— And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!
Sida 297 - 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 341 - Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.
Sida 336 - The Sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon — ' The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast.
Sida 335 - The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set: May'st hear the merry din.
Sida 33 - Compared with this, how poor religion's pride, In all the pomp of method, and of art, When men display to congregations wide Devotion's every grace, except the heart!
Sida 337 - And now the Storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. "'With sloping masts and dipping prow As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
Sida 340 - The very deep did rot : O Christ ! That ever this should be ! Yea, slimy things did crawl with legs Upon the slimy sea. " About, about, in reel and rout, The death-fires danced at night ; The water, like a witch's oils, Burnt green, and blue and white.
Sida 342 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Sida 340 - With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, We could nor laugh nor wail; Through utter drought all dumb we stood! I bit my arm, I sucked the blood, And cried, A sail ! a sail...