The cabinet; or The selected beauties of literature [ed. by J. Aitken]., Volumen1John Aitken, 1824 - 420 páginas Includes poetry and prose, chiefly by contemporary writers, including Shelley, Byron, Hunt, Scott, Wordsworth, Coleridge, Southey, and many others. |
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... tell of the vanished Rainbow . But all the green fields and all the woods were glittering in freshened beauty , -the birds were singing , -the cattle lowing on the hills , -and the raven and the kite were aloft in heaven . There was a ...
... tell of the vanished Rainbow . But all the green fields and all the woods were glittering in freshened beauty , -the birds were singing , -the cattle lowing on the hills , -and the raven and the kite were aloft in heaven . There was a ...
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... telling how he had changed his name for that of a kinsman , to whose estate he had succeeded . " England is the country where I ought to live - but if your sweet daughter can be won , every year will we visit Glen - Creran . But , alas ...
... telling how he had changed his name for that of a kinsman , to whose estate he had succeeded . " England is the country where I ought to live - but if your sweet daughter can be won , every year will we visit Glen - Creran . But , alas ...
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... tell the cause that blighted their loveliness ! As the dove will clasp its wings to its side , and cover and conceal the arrow that is preying on its vitals , so is it the nature of woman to hide from the world the pangs or wounded ...
... tell the cause that blighted their loveliness ! As the dove will clasp its wings to its side , and cover and conceal the arrow that is preying on its vitals , so is it the nature of woman to hide from the world the pangs or wounded ...
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... tell who have had the portals of the tomb suddenly closed between them and the being they most loved on earth - who have sat at its threshold , as one shut out in a cold and lonely world , from whence all that was most lovely and lov ...
... tell who have had the portals of the tomb suddenly closed between them and the being they most loved on earth - who have sat at its threshold , as one shut out in a cold and lonely world , from whence all that was most lovely and lov ...
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... tell you that my amour propre was gratified by a distinction rare enough at my age . I certainly had worked for it formerly but at the moment it came to me , another species of philosophy occupied me much more deeply , and I would have ...
... tell you that my amour propre was gratified by a distinction rare enough at my age . I certainly had worked for it formerly but at the moment it came to me , another species of philosophy occupied me much more deeply , and I would have ...
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Página 72 - The mountains look on Marathon — And Marathon looks on the sea ; And musing there an hour alone, I dreamed that Greece might still be free ; For standing on the Persians' grave, I could not deem myself a slave. A king sate on the rocky brow Which looks o'er sea-born Salamis ; And ships, by thousands, lay below, And men in nations — all were his ! He counted them at break of day — And when the sun set, where were they?
Página 387 - It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant noise till noon, A noise like of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune.
Página 414 - Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the queen-moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry fays...
Página 382 - Nor any drop to drink. 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.
Página 386 - The Moon was at its edge. The thick black cloud was cleft, and still The Moon was at its side: Like waters shot" from some high crag, The lightning fell with never a jag, A river steep and wide.
Página 386 - The upper air burst into life, And a hundred fire-flags sheen To and fro they were hurried about ; And to and fro, and in and out The wan stars danced between.
Página 391 - And fell down in a fit; The holy Hermit raised his eyes, And prayed where he did sit. I took the oars: the Pilot's boy, Who now doth crazy go, Laughed loud and long, and all the while His eyes went to and fro. "Ha! ha!" quoth he, "full plain I see, The Devil knows how to row.
Página 414 - Darkling I listen; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the air my quiet breath; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight with no pain, While thou art pouring forth thy soul abroad In such an ecstasy!
Página 384 - I fear thee, ancient Mariner! I fear thy skinny hand! And thou art long, and lank, and brown, As is the ribbed sea-sand. I fear thee and thy glittering eye, And thy skinny hand so brown.
Página 268 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove : O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken ; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth "s unknown, although his height be taken.