The cabinet; or The selected beauties of literature [ed. by J. Aitken]., Bind 1John Aitken, 1824 - 420 sider Includes poetry and prose, chiefly by contemporary writers, including Shelley, Byron, Hunt, Scott, Wordsworth, Coleridge, Southey, and many others. |
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... land of mountains . The many coloured Highland tartan mixed with the pure white of dresses from the Lowlands , and that mingling of different costumes in the same groupe , gave intimation of the friendly intercourse now subsisting con ...
... land of mountains . The many coloured Highland tartan mixed with the pure white of dresses from the Lowlands , and that mingling of different costumes in the same groupe , gave intimation of the friendly intercourse now subsisting con ...
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... land of Faery ; but during this night they were all most solemn under the weight of mere humanity ; and while his fancy slept , it may be said that his heart was broad awake . His hand had deprived that mother of her only son that sweet ...
... land of Faery ; but during this night they were all most solemn under the weight of mere humanity ; and while his fancy slept , it may be said that his heart was broad awake . His hand had deprived that mother of her only son that sweet ...
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... land where her young hero sleeps , And lovers around her are sighing : But coldly she turns from their gaze and weeps , For her heart in his grave is lying . She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains , Every note which he loved ...
... land where her young hero sleeps , And lovers around her are sighing : But coldly she turns from their gaze and weeps , For her heart in his grave is lying . She sings the wild songs of her dear native plains , Every note which he loved ...
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... lands , his moveables , are all hazarded again , and again ; ten times in the night they are lost and won . A castle totters on a single card : the comfort of his tenantry depends on one throw : agitation and ill humour ebb and flow ...
... lands , his moveables , are all hazarded again , and again ; ten times in the night they are lost and won . A castle totters on a single card : the comfort of his tenantry depends on one throw : agitation and ill humour ebb and flow ...
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... land ! For sure from some enchanted isle , Where Heaven and Love their Sabbath hold , Where pure and happy spirits smile , Of beauty's fairest , brightest mould ; From some green Eden of the deep , Where pleasure's sigh alone is heav'd ...
... land ! For sure from some enchanted isle , Where Heaven and Love their Sabbath hold , Where pure and happy spirits smile , Of beauty's fairest , brightest mould ; From some green Eden of the deep , Where pleasure's sigh alone is heav'd ...
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Side 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?
Side 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.
Side 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...
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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.
Side 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!
Side 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.
Side 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.