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... look at Nature , and to feel her reflected , not in their ears or their fancies , but in their souls : the human heart itself was penetrated ; the pulses of the deeper passions and affections throb in the pages of modern poetry ; no way ...
... look at Nature , and to feel her reflected , not in their ears or their fancies , but in their souls : the human heart itself was penetrated ; the pulses of the deeper passions and affections throb in the pages of modern poetry ; no way ...
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... look narrowly , almost to handle the object ..... Chaucer had an equal eye for truth of nature and dis- crimination of character ; and his interest in what he saw gave new dis- tinctness and force to his power of observation . " This is ...
... look narrowly , almost to handle the object ..... Chaucer had an equal eye for truth of nature and dis- crimination of character ; and his interest in what he saw gave new dis- tinctness and force to his power of observation . " This is ...
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... look at wild beasts in a menagerie ; their claws are pared ; their eyes glitter harmless lightning ; but we gaze at them with a pleasing awe , clothed in beauty , and formidable in the sense of abstract power . " 1 Completely ...
... look at wild beasts in a menagerie ; their claws are pared ; their eyes glitter harmless lightning ; but we gaze at them with a pleasing awe , clothed in beauty , and formidable in the sense of abstract power . " 1 Completely ...
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... look , aspect : -its meta- phorical applications in modern English may easily be traced from the original idea . Cheer has been personified above as one of the assailants . 10 Lost . NO TREASURE WITHOUT GLADNESS . 35 [ He starts to 34 ...
... look , aspect : -its meta- phorical applications in modern English may easily be traced from the original idea . Cheer has been personified above as one of the assailants . 10 Lost . NO TREASURE WITHOUT GLADNESS . 35 [ He starts to 34 ...
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... Look down , " quoth she , " conceive in what estate Thy wretched world thou may consider now ! " At her command , with meikle dread , God wait , 1 Out oure the hill sae hideous high , and strait I blent2 adown , and felt my body grow ...
... Look down , " quoth she , " conceive in what estate Thy wretched world thou may consider now ! " At her command , with meikle dread , God wait , 1 Out oure the hill sae hideous high , and strait I blent2 adown , and felt my body grow ...
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Side 130 - FEAR no more the heat o' the sun, Nor the furious winter's rages: Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages: Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust. Fear no more the frown o' the great : Thou art past the tyrant's stroke.
Side 88 - Since once I sat upon a promontory, And heard a mermaid, on a dolphin's back, Uttering such dulcet and harmonious breath. That the rude sea grew civil at her song ; And certain stars shot madly from their spheres, To hear the sea-maid's music.
Side 457 - twas but the wind, Or the car rattling o'er the stony street; On with the dance ! let joy be unconfined; No sleep till morn, when Youth and Pleasure meet To chase the glowing Hours with flying feet...
Side 93 - His youthful hose, well sav'd, a world too wide For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice. Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all. That ends this strange eventful history. Is second childishness and mere oblivion; Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything".
Side 574 - Tis the wind, and nothing more.' Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter, In there stepped a stately raven, of the saintly days of yore. Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he; But with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door; Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door, Perched, and sat, and nothing more. Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling, By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,...
Side 378 - Yet in my heart of hearts I feel your might ; I only have relinquished one delight To live beneath your more habitual sway. I love the Brooks which down their channels fret, Even more than when I tripped lightly as they ; The innocent brightness of a new-born Day Is lovely yet ; The Clouds that gather round the setting sun Do take a sober colouring from an eye That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality ; Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Side 458 - And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed, The mustering squadron, and the clattering car, Went pouring forward with impetuous speed, And swiftly forming in the ranks of war; And the deep thunder peal on peal afar; And near, the beat of the alarming drum Roused up the soldier ere the morning star; While thronged the citizens with terror dumb, Or whispering, with white lips - 'The foe! they come! they come!
Side 552 - Lightly they'll talk of the spirit that's gone, And o'er his cold ashes upbraid him — But little he'll reck, if they let him sleep on In the grave where a Briton has laid him. But half of our heavy task was done When the clock struck the hour for retiring ; And we heard the distant and random gun That the foe was sullenly firing. Slowly and sadly we laid him down, From the field of his fame fresh and gory ; We carved not a line, and we raised not a stone, But we left him alone with his glory.
Side 90 - It blesseth him that gives, and him that takes, Tis mightiest in the mightiest, it becomes The throned monarch better than his crown. His sceptre shows the force of temporal power, The attribute to awe and majesty, Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings: But mercy is above this sceptred sway, It is enthroned in the hearts of kings, It is an attribute to God himself; And earthly power doth then show likest God's When mercy seasons justice...
Side 378 - What though the radiance which was once so bright Be now for ever taken from my sight, Though nothing can bring back the hour Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower ; We will grieve not, rather find Strength in what remains behind ; In the primal sympathy Which having been must ever be ; In the soothing thoughts that spring Out of human suffering ; In the faith that looks through death, In years that bring the philosophic mind.