The Republic of Letters: A Selection, in Poetry and Prose, from the Works of the Most Eminent Writers, with Many Original Pieces, Volumen2Blackie & Son, 1835 |
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... wish I were out of the way . Perhaps they are now planning my destruction . What can I do ? It is very terrible to be shut up in such narrow limits with those who hate me , and to have no means of escaping , or defending myself from ...
... wish I were out of the way . Perhaps they are now planning my destruction . What can I do ? It is very terrible to be shut up in such narrow limits with those who hate me , and to have no means of escaping , or defending myself from ...
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... wish to have any communication with him , I remained below . At twelve o'clock , Morvalden got up and relieved him , and he came down to the cabin , and soon after retired to his birth . Believing , from this arrangement , that they had ...
... wish to have any communication with him , I remained below . At twelve o'clock , Morvalden got up and relieved him , and he came down to the cabin , and soon after retired to his birth . Believing , from this arrangement , that they had ...
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... wish'd ! since thy name can yet kindle such strains-- From his dark harp they came like the bursting of chains ! Thou soul of thine age ! great warrior bard ! For the free is thy page , and their pride thy reward ! Long pause on thy ...
... wish'd ! since thy name can yet kindle such strains-- From his dark harp they came like the bursting of chains ! Thou soul of thine age ! great warrior bard ! For the free is thy page , and their pride thy reward ! Long pause on thy ...
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... wish Moore had been there . I had the honour of being in that tremendous action off Finisterre , which proved an end of the earth to many a brave fellow . I was ordered with a boarding party to forcibly enter the Santissima Trinidada ...
... wish Moore had been there . I had the honour of being in that tremendous action off Finisterre , which proved an end of the earth to many a brave fellow . I was ordered with a boarding party to forcibly enter the Santissima Trinidada ...
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... wish to see hanged . " 66 " Pho ! pho ! " said I , " the mere cant of affected modesty ! You have won your laurels bravely ; do not wear them like a coward . They were long , it is true , in putting forth their verdant honours ; but now ...
... wish to see hanged . " 66 " Pho ! pho ! " said I , " the mere cant of affected modesty ! You have won your laurels bravely ; do not wear them like a coward . They were long , it is true , in putting forth their verdant honours ; but now ...
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Términos y frases comunes
Angelo Angerstoff arms beautiful bosom Boufflers Boyar brother called Captain Charles Charlotte Lennox cheek Christina Claudio Colonel companion countenance cried cuckoo dark daughter dear death deck Donovan door duke Elizabeth exclaimed eyes face fancy fat friar father fear feel felt Finnan haddie frae gaze girl Glasgow hand happy head hear heard heart heaven Holy Island honour hope horse hour husband Isabel James Somers Jessie KILCHURN CASTLE knew lady Larry Last Judgment laugh light living look Lord lover Marietta marriage maun mind morning Morvalden mother never night Nugent o'er pale passed poor replied returned Robin Robin Hood round roundhead seemed silence smile soon sorrow spirit stood stranger Strelitz sweet tears tell thee thing thou thought turned Uncle Ben voice wife woman wonder word young youth
Pasajes populares
Página 398 - Who are these coming to the sacrifice ? To what green altar, O mysterious priest, Lead'st thou that heifer lowing at the skies, And all her silken flanks with garlands drest ? What little town by river or sea shore, Or mountain-built with peaceful citadel, Is emptied of this folk, this pious morn ? And, little town, thy streets for evermore Will silent be ; and not a soul to tell Why thou art desolate, can e'er return.
Página 337 - Cast thy bread upon the waters : for thou shall find it after many days.
Página 66 - Grey-headed Shepherd, thou hast spoken well; Small difference lies between thy creed and mine : This Beast not unobserved by Nature fell ; His death was mourned by sympathy divine. The Being, that is in the clouds and air, That is in the green leaves among the groves, Maintains a deep and reverential care For the unoffending creatures whom he loves.
Página 397 - THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time, Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme: What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth? What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Página 64 - The moving accident is not my trade : To freeze the blood I have no ready arts : "Tis my delight, alone in summer shade, To pipe a simple song for thinking hearts.
Página 133 - It is but lost labour that ye haste to rise up early, and so late take rest, and eat the bread of carefulness : for so he giveth his beloved sleep.
Página 65 - There's neither dog nor heifer, horse nor sheep, Will wet his lips within that cup of stone ; And oftentimes, when all are fast asleep, This water doth send forth a dolorous groan.
Página 398 - O attic shape! Fair attitude! with brede Of marble men and maidens overwrought, With forest branches and the trodden weed; Thou, silent form, dost tease us out of thought As doth eternity: Cold Pastoral! When old age shall this generation waste, Thou shalt remain, in midst of other woe Than ours, a friend to man, to whom thou say'st, Beauty is truth, truth beauty,— that is all Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know.
Página 148 - THE warm sun is failing, the bleak wind is wailing, The bare boughs are sighing, the pale flowers are dying, And the year On the earth, her death-bed, in a shroud of leaves dead, Is lying.
Página 130 - Thou art gone to the grave ! we no longer behold thee, Nor tread the rough path of the world by thy side, But the wide arms of Mercy are spread to enfold thee, And sinners may hope, since the Sinless has died.