The Last Man, Bind 2Carey, Lea and Blanchard, 1833 |
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Side 14
... Farewell - I must now leave you for a few hours . Go you and converse with Ryland . Although he deserts his post in London , he may be of the greatest ser- vice in the north of England , by receiving and assisting travel- lers , and ...
... Farewell - I must now leave you for a few hours . Go you and converse with Ryland . Although he deserts his post in London , he may be of the greatest ser- vice in the north of England , by receiving and assisting travel- lers , and ...
Side 72
... Farewell to the patriotic scene , to the love of liberty and well earned meed of virtuous aspiration ! -farewell to crowded senate , vocal with the councils of the wise , whose laws were keener than the sword blade tempered at Damascus ...
... Farewell to the patriotic scene , to the love of liberty and well earned meed of virtuous aspiration ! -farewell to crowded senate , vocal with the councils of the wise , whose laws were keener than the sword blade tempered at Damascus ...
Side 73
... farewell ! Farewell to music , and the sound of song ; to the marriage of instruments , where the concord of soft and harsh unites in sweet harmony , and gives wings to the panting listeners , whereby to climb heaven , and learn the ...
... farewell ! Farewell to music , and the sound of song ; to the marriage of instruments , where the concord of soft and harsh unites in sweet harmony , and gives wings to the panting listeners , whereby to climb heaven , and learn the ...
Side 74
... farewell to thy clouds , and cold , and scarcity for ever ! Thy manly hearts are still ; thy tale of power and ... Farewell , sad isle , farewell , thy fatal glory Is summed , cast up , and cancell'd in this story . * * Cleveland's ...
... farewell to thy clouds , and cold , and scarcity for ever ! Thy manly hearts are still ; thy tale of power and ... Farewell , sad isle , farewell , thy fatal glory Is summed , cast up , and cancell'd in this story . * * Cleveland's ...
Side 76
... Farewell to the dead ! farewell to the tombs of those we loved ! -farewell to giant London and the placid Thames , to river and mountain or fair district , birth - place of the wise and good , to Windsor Forest and its antique castle , ...
... Farewell to the dead ! farewell to the tombs of those we loved ! -farewell to giant London and the placid Thames , to river and mountain or fair district , birth - place of the wise and good , to Windsor Forest and its antique castle , ...
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Side 40 - But I must also feel it as a man: I cannot but remember such things were, That were most precious to me. Did heaven look on, And would not take their part? Sinful Macduff, They were all struck for thee!
Side 166 - For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over and gone. The flowers appear on the earth ; the time of the singing of birds is come, and the voice of the turtle is heard in our land. The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and the vines with the tender grape give a good smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away.
Side 173 - WHEN winds that move not its calm surface sweep The azure sea, I love the land no more : The smiles of the serene and tranquil deep Tempt my unquiet mind. — But when the roar Of ocean's gray abyss resounds, and foam Gathers upon the sea, and vast waves burst...
Side 174 - But when the roar Of ocean's gray abyss resounds, and foam Gathers upon the sea, and vast waves burst, I turn from the drear aspect to the home Of earth and its deep woods, where interspersed, When winds blow loud, pines make sweet melody.
Side 160 - Servox, beside the mighty waterfalls, and under the shadow of the inaccessible mountains, we travelled on; while the luxuriant walnut-tree gave place to the dark pine, whose musical branches swung in the wind, and whose upright forms had braved a thousand storms - till the verdant sod, the flowery dell, and shrubbery hill were exchanged for the skypiercing, untrodden, seedless rock, "the bones of the world, waiting to be clothed with every thing necessary to give life and beauty.
Side 138 - How reconcile this sad change to our past aspirations, to our apparent powers! Sudden an internal voice, articulate and clear, seemed to say:- Thus from eternity, it was decreed: the steeds that bear Time onwards had this hour and this fulfilment enchained to them, since the void brought forth its burthen. Would you read backwards the unchangeable laws of Necessity? Mother of the world! Servant of the Omnipotent! eternal, changeless Necessity! who with busy fingers sittest ever weaving the indissoluble...
Side 26 - I had used this history as an opiate; while it described my beloved friends, fresh with life and glowing with hope, active assistants on the scene, I was soothed; there will be a more melancholy pleasure in painting the end of all. But the intermediate steps, the climbing the wall, raised up between what was and is, while I still looked back nor saw the concealed desert beyond, is a labour past my strength. Time and experience have placed me on an height from which I can comprehend the past as a...
Side 25 - As the sun, Ere it is risen, sometimes paints its image In the atmosphere, so often do the spirits Of great events stride on before the events, And in to-day already walks to-morrow.
Side 150 - England, no more; for without her children, what name could that barren island claim? With tenacious grasp we clung to such rule and order as could best save us; trusting that, if a little colony could be preserved, that would suffice at some remoter period to restore the lost community of mankind. But the game is up! We must all die; nor leave survivor nor heir to the wide inheritance of earth. We must all die! The species of man must perish; his frame of exquisite workmanship; the wondrous mechanism...
Side 196 - ... feed radiant meditation. Ah! while I streak this paper with the tale of what my so named occupations were — while I shape the skeleton of my days — my hand trembles — my heart pants, and my brain refuses to lend expression, or phrase, or idea, by which to image forth the veil of unutterable woe that clothed these bare realities. O, worn and beating heart, may I dissect thy fibres, and tell how in each unmitigable misery, sadness dire, repinings, and despair, existed? May I record my many...