The Cambridge University Magazine, Volumen1,Tema 1W.P. Grant, 1840 |
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... darkness of thy steps , And my heart ever gazes on the depth Of thy vast mysteries ; -and though ne'er yet Thou hast unveil'd thy inmost sanctuary , Enough from incommunicable dream , And twilight phantasms , and noon - day thought ...
... darkness of thy steps , And my heart ever gazes on the depth Of thy vast mysteries ; -and though ne'er yet Thou hast unveil'd thy inmost sanctuary , Enough from incommunicable dream , And twilight phantasms , and noon - day thought ...
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... dark , dark , yes , fearfully dark and threatening ; the disk of the sun is hidden by the mist and vapour which rises , like Thetis , from the ocean . And is there any unprotected , unsheltered traveller , to bide the pitiless fury of ...
... dark , dark , yes , fearfully dark and threatening ; the disk of the sun is hidden by the mist and vapour which rises , like Thetis , from the ocean . And is there any unprotected , unsheltered traveller , to bide the pitiless fury of ...
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... darkness doubly dark by the vivid contrast ; and the thunder - we hear it rumbling , crashing along , in the sombre cadence of the verse , a true onomatopoeia in English poetry ; and the wind , and rain . Where shall this almer go ? Is ...
... darkness doubly dark by the vivid contrast ; and the thunder - we hear it rumbling , crashing along , in the sombre cadence of the verse , a true onomatopoeia in English poetry ; and the wind , and rain . Where shall this almer go ? Is ...
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... Dark poison lurks beneath that charming face , Those melting eyes but languish to beguile . The whole of this is beautiful , and as literal as the grace and elegance of the language will permit . The history of these transla- tions is ...
... Dark poison lurks beneath that charming face , Those melting eyes but languish to beguile . The whole of this is beautiful , and as literal as the grace and elegance of the language will permit . The history of these transla- tions is ...
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... dark recess ? Shake off the melancholy chain , For God created all to bless . But ah ! my breast is human still ; The rising sigh , the falling tear , My languid vitals ' feeble rill , The sickness of my soul declare . But yet , with ...
... dark recess ? Shake off the melancholy chain , For God created all to bless . But ah ! my breast is human still ; The rising sigh , the falling tear , My languid vitals ' feeble rill , The sickness of my soul declare . But yet , with ...
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Página 377 - No war, or battle's sound Was heard the world around : The idle spear and shield were high up hung ; The hooked chariot stood Unstain'd with hostile blood; The trumpet spake not to the armed throng; And kings sat still with awful eye, As if they surely knew their sovran Lord was by.
Página 227 - ST. AGNES' EVE— Ah, bitter chill it was ! The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold ; The hare limped trembling through the frozen grass, And silent was the flock in woolly fold...
Página 377 - The isles of Greece! the isles of Greece! Where burning Sappho loved and sung, Where grew the arts of war and peace, Where Delos rose, and Phoebus sprung! Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set.
Página 503 - The ample proposition, that hope makes In all designs begun on earth below, Fails in the promis'd largeness : checks and disasters Grow in the veins of actions highest rear'd ; As knots, by the conflux of meeting sap, Infect the sound pine, and divert his grain Tortive and errant6 from his course of growth. Nor, princes, is it matter new to us, That we come short of our suppose so far, That, after seven years...
Página 323 - With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies; How silently ; and with how wan a face ! What ! may it be, that even in heavenly place That busy Archer his sharp arrows tries...
Página 323 - I hear of poets' fury tell, But, God wot, wot not what they mean by it; And this I swear by blackest brook of hell, I am no pick-purse of another's wit. How falls it then, that with so smooth an ease My thoughts I speak; and what I speak doth flow In verse, and that my verse best wits doth please ? Guess we the cause ? What, is it this : Fie, no. Or so ? Much less.
Página 93 - Blind, old, and lonely, when his country's pride The priest, the slave, and the liberticide Trampled and mocked with many a loathed rite Of lust and blood; he went, unterrified, Into the gulf of death; but his clear Sprite Yet reigns o'er earth; the third among the sons of light.
Página 100 - I arise from dreams of thee In the first sweet sleep of night, When the winds are breathing low, And the stars are shining bright: I arise from dreams of thee, And a spirit in my feet Hath led me — who knows how? To thy chamber window, Sweet! The wandering airs they faint On the dark, the silent stream — The Champak odours fail Like sweet thoughts in a dream; The nightingale's complaint, It dies upon her heart; — As I must on thine, Oh, beloved as thou art!
Página 100 - When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead — When the cloud is scattered The rainbow's glory is shed. When the lute is broken, Sweet tones are remembered not; When the lips have spoken, Loved accents are soon forgot.
Página 90 - MANY a green isle needs must be In the deep wide sea of misery, Or the mariner, worn and wan, Never thus could voyage on Day and night, and night and day, Drifting on his dreary way, With the solid darkness black Closing round his vessel's track ; Whilst above the sunless sky, Big with clouds, hangs heavily...