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Side xxiii
... appear - which I can in any respect be associated with the grand vision I have just been describing ; and , how- ever different the nature of their appeals to the imagination , I should find it difficult to say on which occasion I felt ...
... appear - which I can in any respect be associated with the grand vision I have just been describing ; and , how- ever different the nature of their appeals to the imagination , I should find it difficult to say on which occasion I felt ...
Side xxxv
... 'espace et du tems . when , as it appears from his own memo- “ Jusque là , recevez , je vous prie , l'assurance randums , that poet used to sing his verses , in composing them * ; and when it was the cus- b 2 PREFACE . XXXV.
... 'espace et du tems . when , as it appears from his own memo- “ Jusque là , recevez , je vous prie , l'assurance randums , that poet used to sing his verses , in composing them * ; and when it was the cus- b 2 PREFACE . XXXV.
Side xxxvii
... appears certain , notwithstanding , that he was , in his youth , wholly insensible to music . In speaking of him and his brother , Mr. Murdoch , their preceptor , says , " Robert's ear , in particular , was remarkably dull and his voice ...
... appears certain , notwithstanding , that he was , in his youth , wholly insensible to music . In speaking of him and his brother , Mr. Murdoch , their preceptor , says , " Robert's ear , in particular , was remarkably dull and his voice ...
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... appears , for all purposes at least of poetry , to be fully sufficient . In addition to these agreeable testimonies , I have also heard , and , need hardly add , with some pride and pleasure , that parts of this work have been rendered ...
... appears , for all purposes at least of poetry , to be fully sufficient . In addition to these agreeable testimonies , I have also heard , and , need hardly add , with some pride and pleasure , that parts of this work have been rendered ...
Side xliv
... appears , originated the translation of Lalla Rookh into German verse , by the Baron de la Motte Fouqué ; and the circumstances which led him to undertake the task , are described by himself , in a Dedi - minent features of both régimes ...
... appears , originated the translation of Lalla Rookh into German verse , by the Baron de la Motte Fouqué ; and the circumstances which led him to undertake the task , are described by himself , in a Dedi - minent features of both régimes ...
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Anacreon ancient bard beam beautiful beneath bless blest bliss bloom blushing bower breath bright bright eyes brow called Catullus charm Cicero Cupid dance dark dear death divine dream e'er earth Epicurus epigram ev'n ev'ry eyes fair fancy feel flame flowers friends glory grace hand hath heart heaven hope hour Irish King LALLA ROOKH light lips live look look'd Lord lov'd Love's lover lute lyre maid morning ne'er never night nymph o'er once OVID pass'd Persian Plato Plutarch poem poet rose round Sappho scene seem'd shade shine shone sigh sing sleep smile song soul spirit star sung sweet tears tell thee there's thine things thou thought turn'd Twas twill Twixt voice wave weep Whig wild wings words young youth
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Side 191 - You may break, you may shatter the vase if you will. But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Side 243 - This world is all a fleeting show For man's illusion given ; The smiles of joy, the tears of woe, Deceitful shine, deceitful flow, — There's nothing true but Heaven...
Side 224 - Those joyous hours are past away ; And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells. And so 'twill be when I am gone ; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While other bards shall walk these dells, And sing your praise, sweet evening...
Side 179 - Shall I ask the brave soldier, who fights by my side In the cause of mankind, if our creeds agree ? Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried, If he kneel not before the same altar with me ? From the heretic girl of my soul shall I fly, To seek somewhere else a more orthodox kiss?
Side 176 - Twas not the soft magic of streamlet or hill ! Oh ! no ; it was something more exquisite still. 'Twas that friends, the beloved of my bosom, were near, Who made every dear scene of enchantment more dear ; And who felt how the best charms of nature improve When we see them reflected from looks that we love.
Side 173 - But the night-dew that falls, though in silence it weeps, Shall brighten with verdure the grave where he sleeps ; And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
Side 189 - I'll not leave thee, thou lone one ! To pine on the stem ; Since the lovely are sleeping, Go, sleep thou with them. Thus kindly I scatter Thy leaves o'er the bed, Where thy mates of the garden Lie scentless and dead.
Side 226 - Oft in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Fond Memory brings the light Of other days around me : The smiles, the tears Of boyhood's years, The words of love then spoken ; The eyes that shone, Now dimm'd and gone, The cheerful hearts now broken ! Thus in the stilly night Ere slumber's chain has bound me, Sad Memory brings the light Of other days around me.
Side 353 - tis sweet to me ! There — drink my tears, while yet they fall — Would that my bosom's blood were balm, And, well thou know'st, I'd shed it all, To give thy brow one minute's calm.
Side 184 - OH! the days are gone, when Beauty bright My heart's chain wove ; When my dream of life, from morn till night, Was love, still love. New hope may bloom, And days may come Of milder, calmer beam, But there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream : No, there's nothing half so sweet in life As love's young dream. Tho...