Essays critical and imaginativeBlackwood, 1857 |
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... head and regards you with an elated look . A tender thought of the " Cottar's Saturday Night , " or a bold thought of " Scots wha hae wi ' Wallace bled , " may come across him ; and he who in such a spirit loves home and country , by ...
... head and regards you with an elated look . A tender thought of the " Cottar's Saturday Night , " or a bold thought of " Scots wha hae wi ' Wallace bled , " may come across him ; and he who in such a spirit loves home and country , by ...
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... head , and the green earth beneath his feet ? He who ere long invested the most common of all the wildflowers of the earth with immortal beauty to all eyes , far beyond that of the rarest , till a tear as of pity might fall down manly ...
... head , and the green earth beneath his feet ? He who ere long invested the most common of all the wildflowers of the earth with immortal beauty to all eyes , far beyond that of the rarest , till a tear as of pity might fall down manly ...
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... head undefiled . " He was as sober a man as his brother Gilbert himself , who says , " I do not recollect , during these seven years , to have ever seen him in- toxicated , nor was he at all given to drinking . " We have seen what were ...
... head undefiled . " He was as sober a man as his brother Gilbert himself , who says , " I do not recollect , during these seven years , to have ever seen him in- toxicated , nor was he at all given to drinking . " We have seen what were ...
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... head : The polish'd leaves , and berries red , Did rustling play ; And , like a passing thought , she fled In light away . " " To reconcile to our imagination the entrance of an aerial being into a mansion of this kind , " says the ...
... head : The polish'd leaves , and berries red , Did rustling play ; And , like a passing thought , she fled In light away . " " To reconcile to our imagination the entrance of an aerial being into a mansion of this kind , " says the ...
Side 20
... head - dress , to whom two angry men are making love . Hard by , a stout old fisher- man on a rock is in the act of throwing his net into the sea : not far from him is a vineyard , where a boy is sitting below a hedge framing a locust ...
... head - dress , to whom two angry men are making love . Hard by , a stout old fisher- man on a rock is in the act of throwing his net into the sea : not far from him is a vineyard , where a boy is sitting below a hedge framing a locust ...
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Allan Cunningham Ambleside auld ballad bard beautiful believe better breast breath Burns's called character charm Christabel clouds Coleridge Colonsay Cottar's Saturday Night dear death delight dream Dumfries earth Ellisland evil eyes face fair fancy fear feel felt frae gauger genius George Thomson Grasmere hand happy head hear heard heart heaven Hector Macneil honour hope hour human imagination inspired knew labour lady Lars Porsena lictors light living look Mauchline mind morning Mossgiel nature never noble o'er once passion perhaps pity poem poet poet's poetical poetry poor pride racter Robert Burns round Scotland Scottish seems Shanter Shuffler sing smile song soul spirit strong sweet tears tell tender thee things Thomson thou thought tion truth verse virtue voice walk whole Whyles wild wonder words Young Poets youth
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Side 299 - O Lady! we receive but what we give, And in our life alone does Nature live: Ours is her wedding garment, ours her shroud! And would we aught behold, of higher worth, Than that inanimate cold world allowed To the poor loveless ever-anxious crowd, Ah! from the soul itself must issue forth A light, a glory, a fair luminous cloud Enveloping the Earth— And from the soul itself must there be sent A sweet and potent voice, of its own birth, Of all sweet sounds the life and element!
Side 297 - All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever stirs this mortal frame, All are but ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame. Oft in my waking dreams do I Live o'er again that happy hour, When midway on the mount I lay, Beside the ruined tower.
Side 341 - Alone, alone, all, all alone, Alone on a wide wide sea! And never a saint took pity on My soul in agony.
Side 336 - The Sun came up upon the left, Out of the sea came he! And he shone bright, and on the right Went down into the sea. Higher and higher every day, Till over the mast at noon — ' The Wedding-Guest here beat his breast.
Side 335 - The Bridegroom's doors are opened wide, And I am next of kin; The guests are met, the feast is set: May'st hear the merry din.
Side 33 - Compared with this, how poor religion's pride, In all the pomp of method, and of art, When men display to congregations wide Devotion's every grace, except the heart!
Side 337 - And now the Storm-blast came, and he Was tyrannous and strong: He struck with his o'ertaking wings, And chased us south along. "'With sloping masts and dipping prow As who pursued with yell and blow Still treads the shadow of his foe, And forward bends his head, The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast, And southward aye we fled.
Side 340 - 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 342 - Beyond the shadow of the ship, I watched the water-snakes: They moved in tracks of shining white, And when they reared, the elfish light Fell off in hoary flakes. Within the shadow of the ship I watched their rich attire: Blue, glossy green, and velvet black, They coiled and swam; and every track Was a flash of golden fire.
Side 340 - With throats unslaked, with black lips baked, We could nor laugh nor wail; Through utter drought all dumb we stood! I bit my arm, I sucked the blood, And cried, A sail ! a sail...